Night time. Ghostbur can't sleep after what happened back there. Y/n's glitter filled eyes keeps on flashing from his mind. She was once again smiling. The image of her in a blissful state, laughing and giggling, made Ghostbur's heart flutter and squeeze. "She really is pretty..."
Even the scene of her made him feel such ways, his mind still wonders; What if she secretly hates him? "I'm sorry..." He spoke as he hugs his knees tighter. "I made you sad and not paint anymore."
Though it was supposed to be a happy memory, he can't seem to shake off from his mind that he was slowly disappearing. Who will take care of Friend when he's gone? How will Y/n react? Will she cry? He doesn't want to see her cry because of him. It will hurt his heart a lot...
He haven't told anyone about what's happening to him except Y/n. After knowing that this a 'bad' thing, he kept his mouth shut, scared that he might make the people around him sad.
...Just like her.
A big sigh escapes from his soft and cold lips. The bed looks comfortable, and yet, he can't push himself to get some shut-eye. Instead, he kept himself busy, thinking about what-if's, possibilities and her. Mostly her.
"This is too much to have access to." Ghostbur whispers to the air. "I wish to see her paint again. It's been three whole days without seeing her with a paint brush." He runs his hand through his disheveled mane.
His eyelashes flutters as he tries to stop the tears to escape and damp his yellow sweater. The air feels suffocating, hefty, and clouded. It made his chest weigh even more heavy.
With this he smiles, realizing something.
"Y/n...just yesterday I learned that I'm just like one of your paints. I fade away slowly" His words kissed the frozen air with no hesitation.
"And that I...I'm afraid to see you sad and crying."
small a/n: im back!! i finally found time to write a short chapter ^^
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Colour Palette || Wilbur Soot / Ghostbur x Reader ||
Fanfictionw. soot x reader Paint and brushes. Colours and canvases. Those are the things that Y/n grew up with. A life filled with meaning and creativity. While on her lonely endevours she met a ghost. A ghost who can't remember his life's memoirs. What seems...
