Colour Palette || Wilbur Soot / Ghostbur x Reader ||

[7/12] Idle Heartache

"Y/n, everyday I feel like I'm getting even more transparent." The fellow in yellow tells his friend whilst stroking a certain blue sheep's wool for comfort. His friend wasn't painting today, for today was different than the rest they have spent together. For them, this is something, something... that no word can describe.

Once again, he raised his sleeves for checking, hoping that he's wrong. He wasn't. "Why does every time I look it feels like it's getting worse?" He asks his friend in a worrisome tone. The girl with h/c bow only off herself to be quiet. She does not know the answer to that.

Today is indeed different from any other day that they've spent together. Today the clouds are heavy. Today the skies are dull and gray. Today feels like the skies itself was going to cry upon them. Upon their sadden friendship. By that...They too--both of them-- feels like crying.

"Ghostbur it's okay." Y/n tries to reassure her dearest friend. It was an odd friendship, yes. Being friends with an undead being was sure out of a fantasy book. But- there's something more into it. "What was it?"

"Well. For me it isn't, Y/n. What will happen if I..." He stares at his hand covered with blue wool. "Please...Let's not--" Y/n tried to cut in. She just want her friend back. Back to her, back when everything was carefree.

Ghostbur sat still with Friend dozing off on his lap. Ghostbur's is mind in a race, confused and curious. Was really there a way to undo this phenomenon? Further more, why is this happening to him? Why now that he has something much more fragile, much more special than him, and talented to protect? Someone who's pretty...

Someone he...Loves--

"Hey," She tried again. This time, she put her hand on top of his, making his brown eyes look deep in her e/c coloured ones. "Such pretty orbs. I forgot how I  used to loved them." He whispers to himself with his heart beating a double than just a moment ago. Without any objections, he listens to her. 

The girl...With the most prettiest smile he ever saw in his lifetime, once more, gave him another. "To get you off with our worries, I say we have fun...!" Her eyes stayed the same. Oh how he wished he could bring back those little flares of light. 

She leans in closer. "Didn't you promise to us that you'll make new and happy memories...?" Ghostbur stood stiff to his core. His chest aching a ton. Of course, he remembers that. The day when he spun themselves together. The day they had a normal yet cheery conversations, like most friends do. But today, he didn't see Y/n as his friend-- but someone...Who saved him. Someone precious.

Ghostbur nodded. Perhaps it's better to have fun rather than sulk about this. "Look! We can even let Friend join us." There, he saw it again--the twinkles in her eyes. Y/n stood up as she helps Ghostbur do the same without waking up Friend. 

"Tag! You're it!" The girl grins as she taps the ghost in yellow's right shoulder as she tries to run. He smiles as he begins to run after her. Though they were all smiles and laughs, they can't help but often worry. As they play their game of tag, both of them deep inside worries the same thing:

"What if this is our last?"  

small a/n: im back! i'll probably post the next chapter later :) thanks for sticking with me for such a long time...