Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

Moments Before the End

*Frisk's POV*

Moments with G seemed much more common after I confessed to myself that I loved him.

Though I wouldn't believe it.

Everything felt like just another sweet dream, and nightmare.

Nothing was real, everything felt like a blur that passed by like memories.

That was how I could describe the feeling, like going back on old memories that never made sense in the first place.

Was I even thinking at the time?

What made it worse was the fact I remembered the details of those small moments with G.

That moment he had stopped me, just so he could scout ahead for safety.

The moments when he would tease me and make me laugh.

Those times when he would smoke and I would inhale the imperfect sent.

That one time I was drifting off and when he thought I was asleep he moved a few strands of my hair from my face, making my face burn red and my mind spin with prayers that he didn't notice-

What was I thinking?

I wasn't thinking.

That was the only answer.

One of my facts on this, was that I couldn't find a single reason why I loved him.

There was so much more mystery to his mind, so much more mystery and confusion behind those blank humorous eyes.

So, so much more.

Things I knew should be ignored, if I cared about my safety.

Yet once again, curiosity would nip, curiosity would bite, shoving me to the edge of the cliff that dropped into a sea of questions.

It was a miracle I still held back, still held onto that strong root that kept me on the cliff.

Forgetting about my love for G, was the first step for ignoring the feelings.

Though something inside me didn't want to ignore the feelings.

Something wanted them to grow, wanted them to eat out my insides until I could no longer feel my limbs or nerves, until I could hardly breath without thinking about this obsessive love.

'That's not a good idea,' I told myself as G and I walked through the Waterfall, G pumping in a cigarette, 'Ignoring it would be better then loving this selfish bastard.'

Selfish bastard.

That was the root I held onto for my life.

Moments my hands would slip, and those were times when my heart skip a beat, when G teased me with his oh so charming smirk.

Moments like that almost cost my life.

They almost let my emotions control me, almost set them free.

Except I knew that I was in control of my own feelings, and I would not let this one take over me.

I would not love G.

Convincing myself seemed easier then I had thought it would be, and I easily ignored the fact that love was pounding my heart, and my skull, trying to escape into my words, my actions.

Catching myself in a sway, I hesitated my walking for a moment before continuing, remembering how my emotions would cause my hips to sway or make me flip my ragged hair.