One Chance

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Sometimes, the feeling of heartbreak doesn't crop up as soon as you're not together. It didn't for you, you remember pulling away in your car feeling empty and numb but not heartbroken. You remember thoughts whizzing throughout your mind, and gripping the steering wheel too tight.

The feeling blossoms one night, when you suddenly jerk awake in the middle of the night. The moonlight spills on the covers over your legs, the only sound in your small apartment being the tick tick tick of the clock in the hallway, and you are suddenly crushed with the force of a thousand harsh slaps to the face. Maybe not literally, but it feels like it anyways.

You grit your teeth. You didn't expect for it to hit so suddenly. You knew it was coming, considering it's only been a couple weeks, but...You didn't expect it to hurt so much. You cry out, a hand slamming against your chest and wrinkling your t-shirt, where the dull ache was starting to throb. Then, you sob. The tears ensue.

You didn't know what happened to the both of you. One day, you were both happy, and the next he's mumbling, saying that maybe, you two weren't gonna work out. And that was the spark that started the fire that would swallow you whole. It just hadn't gotten to you yet. Until now. Now, the memories of his fond look scanning your face and his shitty but hilarious puns make your chest ache with unbridled longing. Oh, how you missed him. The feeling brought up something you had read, how somebody speculated that you had only one soulmate. One chance. You felt like you fucked it up too badly to fix.

You drag your hand over to the side table, picking up your phone and turning on the screen. 5am. Seems like you're not going to sleep any time soon. You slip out of bed, device in hand, and pad to the kitchen. You glance at the hallway mirror on your way, the light from the lamps in the living room giving you just enough light to see how horrid you looked at that moment.

However, despite your puffy eyes, despite the shiny tracks of tears outlining your cheeks, even despite the rings under your eyes from not having as much sleep as you should've...Despite everything, it's still you. You try to hold onto that fact as you trudge to the coffeemaker to make yourself something to get through the day.

You were used to the dreams that woke you-- the nightmares-- but tonight was different. You actually went to bed at a socially-acceptable hour. The dream, however, stopped you from getting the sleep you needed. You remembered smudges of blue, fur lining of a coat under your fingers as you pulled them close...This brings on another attack of sobs. Of course, when you finally try to pick yourself up, he has to spoil it. You push the thought of him out of your mind as you set about making the coffee. Busy hands makes for a busy mind, and you desperately needed one right now.

The phone-- left forgotten on the counter-- vibrated softly. Your eyebrow raised as you closed the lid to your coffeemaker, pressing the button to start it and reaching for your phone. It was a text:

Undyne - 5:05am Today

Heard you scream from our apartment. You ok?

You sighed. Undyne and her girlfriend Alphys were your neighbors, and they had heard about the breakup. In fact, Undyne was the first to know. She was the reason that nobody freaked when you barely came out of your house in these couple of weeks. She helped with damage control, reassuring everyone that you were okay.

You - 5:06am Today

Ye. Just had a bad dream. If you can't go to sleep I'm makin' coffee.

You would appreciate the company, honestly. You hated being alone in the morning, and you knew Undyne required a cup of coffee to function every morning.

Not to mention that the two of you were basically besties. She was intimidating at first, but after hanging around her a couple times and learning what she was about (not to mention that you sorta had a hand in getting her and Alphys together), you were basically sisters. Hopefully, she wouldn't mind if you vented your feelings. You could really use an ear.

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