A fic for my loving Waifu who gave me the idea to slaughter.
After a pretty fatal drug overdose which leaves Gilbert trapped in a hospital with brain damage and an incredibly concerned younger brother, Gilbert befriends a nice little ghost whose be...
Matthew always looked so...sad now. Every day he sat in the corner, wordlessly watching Gilbert, listening to him talk, and watching him interact with his visitors. He didn't even try to talk back. He knew it was pointless. His apparition was getting fainter and fainter as time passed, his eyes getting more sad. It was on the last night, when Gilbert could barely see the outline of his undead friend, that his heart broke. He knew this was the last time he would see this cute little ghost, and he wanted to savour it as long as he could. Matthew always laid next to him when he slept. Especially now that their time was limited. That night was no exception. Matthew was curled up under Gilbert's outstretched arm, not looking at him like he usually was. The Prussian watched the spirit closely, seeing his pale shoulders shake and blurry hands paw at his eyes. Was he...crying? "Mattie...I'll always be here. Don't worry!" Matthew still didn't react. Did he not hear Gilbert either? No. That wasn't logical. Matthew wasn't the one losing his senses. "We can still communicate. I'll still get a job here like I promised and then I'll talk to you whenever I can and you can hack technology to communicate back." Matthew shook his head, crying harder. Maybe. Gilbert couldn't really hear it but it looked like he was crying harder. "Come on, work with me here. I know Lovino doesn't like it, but fuck him. You're my best friend and I intend to talk to you however I want." Matthew sat up, pressing his finger against Gilbert's mouth. Tears were tracing rivers down his white cheeks. He was falling apart and Gilbert couldn't help him. He felt hopeless. Those little ghostly lips of his started to mouth something, but Gilbert couldn't quite tell what it was. "Could you repeat that?" He requested, watching Matthew's lip movement closely. "I...?????....????" "Again?" "I...love...you." Gilbert swallowed, his heart completely shattering. This poor boy. This poor, poor boy. "I love you too, Mattie." These words seemed to break Matthew more than anything else he had said before. The ghost seemed to be screaming in anguish now, tears dropping everywhere and hands clenched into fists. The dim lights in the room flickered and buzzed, the picture on the tv turning to static. He was really powerful like this. Gilbert really hoped that he hadn't done something wrong. He expected Lovino to come in and scold Matthew for messing with the technology again, but the grim reaper didn't show himself. Or maybe he did. Maybe he was there but Gilbert couldn't see him anymore. Was that how this worked? Could he only see Matthew because he loved him? He had heard about people who had lost a loved one, how they could see them afterward. Was this what was going on? Lovino could be in the corner, watching this all go down, but Gilbert wouldn't have known. None of that mattered anyway. All that mattered was Matthew's pain, which he needed to sooth as quickly as possible. "I'll never forget you." He whispered softly. Matthew wiped at his face, nodding, but still crying a little. Gilbert didn't know that the crying would only get worse from then on. Because his promise would be broken by dawn.
Shout out to Hansol from toppdogg for coming out as asexual! Look at this bean
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