The Artist and the Angel(A Poth story)

Chapter 33:Keep In Mind

Goth's POV, moments later

"Oof!"

"Ack!"

Thud x 2

"Uugghh...Stupid so-called father of his."I mutter

I open my eyes, finding a long skirt of a dress on my face. Didn't take much to connect the dots.

"Get off of me!"I snap, unfolding my wings

She jumps off of me with a yelp. I get up, dusting myself off. I glance around, not recognizing the surrounding environment.

"Where do you think we are?"I mutter

"Probably Pal Pal's mind."She replies, glancing around curiously

"Stop calling him that."I say

"Why? Is it taken?"She asks with a grin

"No, I-"

"Then I can use it for my best friend. Didn't you have a nickname for him?"She says with a giggle

I shake my head.

"Huh, how sweet of you. Guess it's not everyone's thing, huh Gothy? Oh right, that name got taken too."She says

"What makes you think we're in his mind?"I ask

"Those three looked like his parents and uncle that he told me about. And given the Dream guy did this to us, the mind is closest in relation to him. Then there are the signs around us."She says

I glance around, seeing green shades and signs to memories around us.

"How long have you been friends?"I ask, examining the signs

"A few months. He is very sweet."She says

"Guess time moves differently in your world."I say

"He....didn't think you'd come for him."She says

My soul only breaks more hearing that.

"What...?"I say

"Yeah, he thought your family got sick of his troubles. He saw himself as a possible pain to be around while he is....dealing with rejection. Add in the fact that the guy you rejected him for has consistently threatened his and his family's lives, that seemed like too much drama worth dealing with. So he thought that when he dozed off, he was dumped into my world to start over. You get your happy life, he gets his own full of meaning and without doubts or fear of losing anyone. He is safe and so is his family. Works for everyone so why would anyone come for him?"She explains, wandering down a path

I follow behind her curiously with a frown.

"I love him! How can he possibly think that I betrayed him like that-?"I ask

"And yet, his memory is so convincing. Oh and he doesn't think completely that you betrayed him. He betrayed himself by hoping. He knew the risks and situation as well as the possible consequences, but he still tried. He blames himself for causing that. He sent you the text, he called you out there, setting that off. If he didn't think of doing that, he wouldn't have hurt himself by setting that scene into motion. Why do you think he still considers you his best friend? It's because he still believes in you and your friendship. He still tried to protect you. He's trying to accept and move on."She explains, then glances to the right

I glance over and freeze in my spot. I see Palette, envelope in hand, staring at the bridge where I stood with Calludo. Well, arguing with. I watch as he talks away, wrapping his hands around me lower than Palette can see.