Integritale

Chapter 04: It was no Dream

Serifa woke up a few hours later. Her rage had cooled down a lot. She felt like she had to apologise to Sans, but he wasn't in the room.However, what was in the room was a pill, a jug filled with water, a glass, some fruit and a plate of spaghetti, all of them neatly put on a small table next to the bed. She also found a note: ''If you need anything, I'll be downstairs. Sans''

Serifa felt terrible. After all that happened, after the way she talked to him, Sans still cared for her. But he also didn't want to talk to her. That was probably the reason he left her alone, unlike any other time since he had saved her.

She wanted to go downstairs and apologise. Instead, she started eating the food he had left her. She wasn't that hungry. She just didn't have the courage to face him, so she stalled for time for as long as she could. And, after all her small excuses to stay in the room were exhausted, she went to the door and put her hand on the handle. She was trembling. It took her a few minutes to finally open the door and walk out.

She saw Sans sitting on his couch downstairs. The TV was on. She was pretty sure he had heard the door opening, but he ignored it. She started descending, but Sans was still didn't react. He had his hoodie on, so she couldn't really make out his expression. She sat at the other end of the couch, looking at him. Sans didn't turn an inch.She prayed that he had fallen asleep.

-S-Sans...?

-What is it?

He wasn't asleep after all. And he still wasn't tuning around. His voice sounded very heavy and tired. It was as if he wasn't even trying to be heard. Serifa felt horrible.

-You're so mad you aren't even gonna look at me anymore... Serifa looked down.

-No,not really.

-You can't fool me...I know you have every reason to be angry...

-I'm not.

-Then why won't you look at me...?

-I...can't.I hurt you a lot.

-Ah...so that's why...

No one said anything. They were both looking at the TV, but neither of them was actually watching. They were buried in their own thoughts.

-I'm sorry. Sans finally managed to say.

-It's...alright.

-It isn't...I made a decision about you without thinking if you would agree. I didn't even ask for permission and made you lose something really important...

-I guess...you did that.

-I...I should have asked you before I did it.

-You should have...

-I'm sorry...Even if it means nothing to you at this point...I truly am sorry...

-I'm...sorry too.

-What for?

-I treated you awfully...Yes, you made a mistake...but the way I talked to you, after all you've done for me...it wasn't fair.

-I guess...we're both idiots then.

They both chuckled a bit.

-Indeed,we are.

Silence filled the room again. They were both still looking down, not daring to face each other.

-Let's...forget this for now. Serifa suggested.

-Even if you say that...I don't think you can actually do it.

-I'm not saying I'm forgiving you...at least not yet...I know I'm not ready. But I also know you did it to protect me, not to harm me.And...I don't want us to be like this. I want to put this behind us.

-You feel like you want to do that because I saved you, right? You don'to we me anything. It was my fault you almost died in the first place.

-That...isn't the reason...

Sans finally turned a bit and looked at her. Only then did he realise how similar they looked now that she was wearing his clothes. She looked back at him.

-So...what is the reason, Serifa?

-You see...Before I woke up in your room for the first time...I had a dream. I dreamed that I was being carried...and then I saw you. I was weak, scared and in a lot of pain...and you promised to protect me.

Sans's eyes widened. He was anxious of how this would continue.

-...then...I tried to get up. But I couldn't...so, you grabbed me and I didn't fall. And then... Serifa paused.

-And...then...?

Serifa blushed and looked away. Unsure of whether he was doing the right thing or not and shaking from stress, Sans slowly approached her,closed his eyes and kissed her lips.

She kissed him back and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kept kissing her. He didn't want this moment to end and neither did she. They kept holding tightly onto each other. All their feelings of guilt and sadness had been pushed away. Because, right there, at that moment, they truly felt happy.

After a long while, they eventually pulled back and looked at each others eyes, smiling.

-So...is that how your dream ended?

-It was no dream, after all. It was...way better.

They smiled at each other and started kissing again.