Underswap|When She Cries [BOOK 4]

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"Y/n?" A familiar voice broke the silence that engulfed you, letting it shatter into the ground with . . . the rest.

Your eyes gazed at the door where a familiar tall skeleton stood with a plate of—

"i brought you spaghetti tacos." He told you. But you knew as well that he was as devastated and as tired as you. Who wouldn't, though? After realizing that there was only the two of you left in the world. That everyone you once loved had left you to suffer alone? It could make a man mad. It could make a madman.

But you didn't answer him. Reminding him that there was only the two of you. Wishing that that certain fish lady was here to give him advice's. Even if it was all too awkward and helpless. He wishes to hear a voice, any voice. But you wouldn't even dare to spare a single one.

He was just as broken as you are at this pace. So what was stopping you from talking?

"sooner or later you'll have to eat something, y/n." He told you, almost a hundred times already as he picked up the 'dinner' you were supposed to have last time with a heavy sigh.

And that alone clenched your already tightened heart. "I'm sorry." Was all you could manage to say. But it was too soft. Barely even labelled as a whisper nor a mumble.

But surprisingly, he heard it. And he chose to ignore it. Pretending that he didn't hear, that he couldn't. Because he was as deaf as you are. Shutting the world out, shutting everything out.

It just wasn't the same anymore, was it? Without him around.

You closes your eyes once more, feeling your entire body sink into the mattress of the shorter skeleton as tears quickly brimmed your eyes. How pathetic.

But it wasn't your fault, right? So what makes you feel so down in the dump? Because you miss him? Because you love him?

Love is a strong word. But was he really the skeleton you were suppose to love? Was he really the reason why your heart aches every now and then? You hardly even know him and yet why does it seems like he means an awful lot to you?

Why? Even after that minimum time the two of you spent with each other, you have grown an attraction towards each other.

Why? Even after knowing that he was a skeleton, a monster. You still pushed back those rumors, those fairy tales and confronted, befriended these creatures.

There was the sound of the door. Opening and closing. And that was your cue, wasn't it?

Your eyes shot open once the sound seized from echoing. It glowed a variant shade of red, an obvious shade of pink brushed your cheeks in a form of a circle as a cheery smile was spread across your lips.

Here I go.