Under Water [completed]

XXXII

The snow fell lightly, making me laugh a little as we jumped and pranced through the light snow, snowflakes being caught on my eyelashes, giving everything a strange crystal tint. 

"I never knew I'd miss this place this much," Sans was tearing up, looking up to the sky. 

"I never knew I'd miss this place this much, either," I replied, leaning into him in a comforting way. 

Then we just stood there for a moment, taking it all in. 

"Anyways," He leaned down and opened his suitcase, "I got some snacks." 

He grabbed out a ketchup bottle and puffy Cheetos; my favorite. 

"Oh my God!" I squealed as I took the bag from him, hugging him, "You are the best!" 

He stretched, "I know I am." 

I laughed at that comment, "We both know that."

He grinned: Sans always loved a good compliment. He didn't take the basic to heart; the basic, I like your sweater. Because he always wanted an explanation; he had developed that over time. He always questioned why our world turned, why his sweater supposedly looked good, or why there were glitches. He was always thinking of something, he was always pondering a possibility or thinking of the next moment. 

"Sans? What are you thinking about?" 

He sighed, "I'm thinking about the present, oddly enough. I'm looking at this snow and thinking, that's really nice looking snow. And then saying, I never knew that I'd miss snow, that'd I actually miss this place. Because who thought we would, huh?" 

I shook my head, "I didn't think I'd miss it. I never thought I'd remember this place like the back of my hand. 

"Sometimes, it's good to look back. Sometimes it's good to look back and say, huh. Didn't know that everything was going to change, in the snap of a finger. I didn't know that once we left this place, there'd be a strange schedule that never stopped and just looped. I never knew that this is what it felt like because every day there was something different. Don't you think that's how it should be? Something different every day, even as small as making a new friend, and even as big as publishing a book." 

I nodded, "But that's not what happens now a day's. Now we have schedules and nothing ever really changes. It's kind of depressing to think about but maybe... Maybe some day the essentials won't matter anymore. Maybe one day we'll be able to do whatever we want. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not in this century. But someday soon." 

He nodded, taking my hand and pulling me close. I put my arm around him, pulling him close to me also. 

"Someday. Okay?"