Palette's POV a few days later
Ding ding! Ding ding!
I walk through the library, sorting books, hearing the bell over the door ring to alert us to a new guest.
"Hello?"I say
I hear quick footsteps approaching the aisle that I'm in. I glance over, seeing Gothy running over.
"Oh! Hey, Gothy!"I say, waving to him
Then I notice how panicked he looks.
"Are you okay, Gothy?"I ask
His cheeks turn a deep purple.
"I-I-I...Hmmm...."He stutters, hiding in his scarf
He timidly tries to hold my hand. I grasp his hand gently, interlocking our fingers and rubbing his knuckles to soothe him. He steps closer, glancing around to make sure that we're alone.
"I...We need to talk about the, um, box incident? Ya know...a few days ago..."He says softly
I realize what he means. It took two days for his soul to settle after the holiday and two more for his head to clear up. So I didn't think to tell him about what happened during the holiday and have kept it casual with him. Just the mere mention or tease from our friends on what could've happened makes him a blushing mess shutting down so I didn't want to make him uncomfortable by telling him.
"Ah, so your parents broke the news to you?"I say
He nods quickly.
I smile at him.
"It was a really sweet surprise, Gothy. I loved it."I tell him
"I'm sorry, Palette..."He says
"Huh? Sorry? What for?"I ask
"I k-kissed and passed out on you...I shouldn't have...I had no right t-"He stutters nervously
I shake my head.
The difference between then and now. Who would've thought that Gothy, so timid and shy, would've been so forward and bold to get the first kiss?
"Gothy, you have nothing to be sorry for. I know that this sensitive time takes a lot out of you. It's meant for love, isn't it? You were just sharing love. Nobody can deny you the right to that."I say
"But I didn't a-ask-"He begins
"Gothy, you didn't really have to ask. You know that I love you. If anything, it cleared up the fact of where your feelings stand. And I have no issue with it."I say
He turns into even more of a blushing mess, his face as purple as a grape.
"Or are you just upset that you can't remember it?"I ask teasingly
He glances away but the way that his face burns even more and his wings twitching at the suggestion told me that I may be right.
"N-Now that you say that..."He mumbles
"Do you wanna fix that?"I suggest, lifting a book
He glances around.
"B-But you're working. What if my dad sees?"He asks
"He will just be glad that you haven't had a soul attack when you were given the news."I say
He squeezes my hand, gripping his scarf tightly.
"It's up to you, Gothy. I won't force you into anything."I say
Then a portal of glitches opens up.
"Gradient?"I call to it curiously
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*...
