*So I listened to Truce by Twenty One Pilots while writing this
I lay on my couch, moving my hands along the names of the stone. It was engraved with my friends names, a heart next to theirs. I felt a tear or two drop down my face, and didn't wipe them away.
Flowey got rid of them all. I was left behind, damned to this emptiness. After destroying everyone I loved, Flowey burst from the power he held. No one else existed.
"You know I'm broken, right?" I whispered aloud, the to the empty air. It bristled with sadness and the souls of the dead. My friends spirits visited one day of the year, and today was it. I looked at my ceiling, white and blank like me. All my determination left when I held their broken soul in my hands.
"(Y/n)..." Frisk whispered, as everyone else reached out to me.
"Broken beyond repair."
I stayed alive for this one day, and today only. The rest of the year I was a broken,burning mess. The tears came freely and fast now, as we all whispered together. The spirits and I, but only one voice was heard.
"Happy Birthday."
