Goth's POV hours later
Dispensing boxes now. Separate for trips.
"Palette...?"I say, lifting my head to look at him
His blurry face looks at me.
"Yes, Goth?"He asks
"What w-was th-that noise?"I ask
He rubs my back gently, which soothes the pain somehow.
"Umm, just relax...Gothy, the nurse put you in the tradition you told me about."He says
"Gothy?" Is that a nickname? I do like him calling me that....Focus!
"T-Then what are you doing here?"I ask, trying to sit up
I hit my head on something and lower my head, rubbing it. He pulls my head back down, resting in his lap.
"I couldn't let you go alone and risk some stranger hurt you. They'd just be taking advantage of you in your pain and current state no matter how nice they act. I don't trust that you won't get paired with a weirdo that may harm you randomly, especially since your parents don't like it either. They must have a reason to be against it and I'm not trusting a program your parents don't trust."He tells me firmly, rubbing where I bumped my head
I glance up at him, hiding my smile in my scarf. That feels reassuring. We hit a rough bump and bounce with the box. He holds me close and I wrap my arms around him. Then I notice his crutch isn't here and sit up, looking at his leg in a cast. I climb off of him, realizing that my entire weight was on that leg.
"I'm sorry, Palette! I didn't reali-!"I begin
"Ssssh, it's okay. Relax."He tells me, holding me close to him.
I feel my soul do flips and smile as my vision focuses again.
The box stops moving and Palette pulls me closer. There's a knock on the top of the box.
"Anyone in here?"Dad asks
"Hi, Mr. Reaper!"Palette says
"Oh, hey Palette!"He says
"Dad...?"I say
"Ah! And you have Goth with you. Great! Welp, you can continue."He says
SLAP!
"Reaper!"My father snaps
"Alright, alright! I'll get them out."Dad says
The box gets pried open and I see my parents looking in. Palette smiles as he picks me up. I curl up, snuggling into his grip and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Goth are you okay?"Father asks
"Everything stopped spinning at least...."I say
Dad takes me into his arms and looks at Palette.
"You do have a way of keeping my son safe, don't you?"He says
"Goth's my best friend, of course I'm not letting him get taken into a stranger's van!"Palette says, gripping the side of the box to keep himself steady.
"Telling by that title, I'm guessing he didn't give you the gift yet?"He asks
My face burns, knowing what he is referring to. Well, burning more than it is already.
"Hm? What do you mean?"Palette asks
I dig into my pocket and hand him the card that I made for him. He looks at it, unfolding the heart and smiles.
"Thanks, Goth!"He says with a bright smile
Some paint appears in his hand and with a snap of his fingers, a pin is formed. He puts it on my shirt and smiles wider.
YOU ARE READING
The Artist and the Angel(A Poth story)
Fiksi Penggemar*THIS IS A SEQUEL TO MY AFTERDEATH BOOK: A TALE OF DEADLY LOVE! PLEASE READ THAT FIRST TO UNDERSTAND SOME PLOT HERE! It isn't anything major, but having that knowledge may help your reading experience and enjoyment. Your choice at your own pleasure*...
