Orphan (Charisk ver.)

True end: Till death do our dance

☆Chara's POV☆
I kept tripping over unfamiliar steps. I could feel my face turn red, whether from sickness or from Frisk as he brought me into a hug. My eyes filled up with tears for the first time as I closed them.

"Hey... someday..." I began as I pulled away from the hug. "Do you think we can come here again?"

Frisk turned to me with an unreadable expression on his face as he crouched down beside me.

"Then I'll be better... I'll wear prettier clothes..." I said as he shot me a look of worry and concern

"Let's dance.... one more time" I said as I fell back. The winter sky began to snow as if announcing the end. I reached to the sky with my pale, bloody hand. It seemed like the pieces of our dreams were falling. They were disappearing into the sea and I could feel the last moment as I fell- I landed on the white blanket of snow.

I looked to the side and saw Frisk gathering snow and laughing. He made a snowball which was tinted a dark red from the blood. My eyes began to slowly close as I noticed the tears falling down his cheeks.

"I want... to eat the stolen bread once more.. but I can't now.." I said as I looked up. I felt my eyes slowly began to close and I felt his eyes on mine. "Frisk.. thank you for all you've done..."

"Chara...?" He asked. He went closer to me- so close that I could feel his breath on my face. I felt him kiss my forehead. "Please don't leave me... don't die... please don't leave me...!"

"Sorry... everything's disappearing into the darkness.." I said as I have my final breath and everything went dark.

Frisk's POV
I sat there, speechless of her words. Her eyes closed, and once they did, I never saw them open again. "Hey... let's someday..."

I couldn't finish my sentence as I felt something fall down my cheek and land on her cold, pallid face. The tears came one after another before I wiped them with my tattered sleeve. I could only hope for a minor miracle of her waking up. Though I knew, I would never see those red ruby eyes open again. I would never hear wonderfully calming voice again. I would never feel her lips on mine ever again.