𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦

[03]

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Asriel."

"Chara, please."

"Asriel," The rosy-cheeked girl gritted, looking him dead in the eye. "If we do this everything will be okay."

"No it won't!" I cried, deciding to play defense for once. "You won't be okay!"

"But you will."

I couldn't help it. I always listened to Chara, never ever standing up for myself. But this time was too much. I was about to protest, yell, shout, shriek. Until something curled around my body.

It was warm, the smell of butterscotch pie and tea wafted up to my nose. I was nuzzled in a head of brown hair, the heart pendant beating against my own rib cage pressed into me. Chara didn't say anything, but that was okay. Everything was explained through her actions.

Please.

I hesitated. My arms shook, my legs buckled. I hated when Chara didn't listen to me. But I loved her too much. I swallowed my concerns.

"Fine," I breathed, inhaling the smell to calm my nerves. "Okay."

She held me closer.

Thank you.

We went to pick the buttercups.