When I first meet you it was like a dream.
You make me feel love,
You make my soul glow again.
"Well, that was cheesey... I think?" said Goth, "Never mind. It's a poem. And I like this poem." He sighed as he placed his diary down in his nightstand. He then yawned. "Good night." Goth said to himself. He tucked himself in and drifted away to dreams...
Reaper came in a few hours later after Goth fell asleep. "Heh, he's already asleep." He said. He then saw Goth's diary. With a strike of curiosity, he grabbed Goth's diary and started to read it. After he finished, he chuckled.
"Well. Have fun with your love life, Goth. I did." He said. He then kissed Goth's forehead. Goth smiled. Death can't really kiss Goth on the forehead often. Death smiled as well and left, closing the door quietly in the process.
Goth woke up to the morning sun. He heard a knock and a door open. He then heard a door knock on his door.
"Knock, knock." He heard. Goth recognized that voice and smiled. "Who's their?" Goth said after a giggle. " Theodore." said the voice. "Theodore who?" said Goth, knowing what he'll say. "Theodore was closed so I knocked." said the voice. Goth giggled. "Come on in then, Cray." I said "Okay!" Cray said, coming in. He still was taller than me. ;~;
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Cray was reading Goth's diary. He snuck it home. His home, not Goth's. His soul broke into millions of pieces. He had tears in his eyesockets. ". . ." He started to chuckled, but not in a laughing matter...
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"I guess I have competition."
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Dear Diary, ~Poth~
FanfictionGoth always had a crush on Palette, in fact... He has a diary! Goth thinks that Palette will only see him as a friend, so he did this. Every single day, he wrote in his diary, so every time he saw Palette, he wrote a poem, memory, dream, ANYTHING! G...
