Just One Night

Denial and Doubts

"Are you serious?" She heard him whisper before she retracted her hands, instinctively missing his warmth, but knowing she shouldn't linger.

This needed to be done. He deserved a clean break at least.

"Yes, I-" she spoke, voice strained as she fought back tears, "It's for the best. After all, you said so yourself.."

She turned quickly, dodging the outstretched hand in her direction, ignoring his absolutely crushed face.

"Thank you, Sans. No matter what, I don't regret that it was you," she whispered brokenly before rushing out of the kitchen and up to her room.

Her back collided with the door as she slammed the door figuratively and literally on the person she loved. Eyes fogging, she curled up in a ball, allowing herself to cry now that she was alone. It was unfair to show how heartbreaking it was for her, he didn't deserve that, so she would content herself with the isolation she had wrought.

The onslaught of tears were not therapeutic, merely a way of expressing the grief that she felt. It was completely irrational, she knew as much, but she couldn't help the tidal wave of sadness that consumed her heart as she let go of the monster downstairs.

Surely he wasn't enamored with her, couldn't feel the same as she did despite his words from last night. No, he had to have been sparing her feelings, for how could she, a simple human, have won over one of the most sought out monsters of their time?

Often he was coming and going with a beautiful woman on his arm, and the thought cracked what little self esteem she had. It was bad enough that she had pined for him all these years, but to have born witness to his flirtatious ways was more than her fragile heart could take.

Surely she could not compare to his previous exploits, after all they were far superior than her. Powerful, beautiful, the monsters were something to be wary of and admired. How could he settle for a being as weak as she?

She wasn't experienced in the ways of love or sex. What good was she for him anyway? A monster of his caliber could rule the underground if he so tried, and she..

Well, she would only get in the way.

He had said as much last night, hadn't he? That his work was dangerous, that she would be in danger by being with him? She hadn't cared then, but now it seemed as if she had only done more harm than good.

He had been so gentle, had taken the time to show her how good lovemaking could be, and while she was glad she had done that with someone she loved, she couldn't help but wonder about his feelings on the matter.

He had been up front the night before, stating they could not be together, but he had still gone through with her desires anyway. Was it merely her wearing him down, did he only say he loved her as a way of letting her have a night to remember?

Perhaps he had just felt sorry for her, viewed her as nothing more than a lovestruck child and had taken pity on her?A wail tore from her throat at that thought, her fingertips biting into the flesh of her arms as she sobbed harder.

Against all thoughts that ran through her mind, only one continued to loop repeatedly, driving her even further into despair as she fought to deny it.

Their friendship was destroyed, broken beyond repair and all because she was a reckless fool. She had lost everything in him by being a selfish little girl.

Biting her lip, she slumped further against the door as she fought to quiet the sound of her whimpers, wanting no one to catch her in her moment of vulnerability.

It must have been her luck that a gentle knock would sound as she broke down in the darkness of her room.

~oOo~

Sans watched miserably as the girl of his dreams ran away from the table at breakneck speed, leaving him behind to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

Really he shouldn't feel as low as he did, right? He had loved her silently for so long, and maybe that was why he deserved the pain he felt. Had he acted sooner she would be his, after all she had confessed her love for him the night before.

Thoughts ran through his mind fleetingly as he receeded into himself, eyes blinking out as he wallowed in the knowledge that he just wasn't enough.

With a dark chuckle and quickly tearing eye-sockets, he wondered just what had gone wrong. Did she regret giving herself to him? Surely she must, after all he had been a playboy long before she had even noticed him. She must have felt that he would toss her aside like all the rest..

Though she was nothing like the others. She meant far more to him than he could ever express. She had been his saviour, his best friend, the woman of his dreams, and it seems as though he had royally fucked up the relationship before it even began.

It was true that he had said they couldn't be together, a fact that he found growing more hard to follow than he had originally thought, but now as he realized just how far gone his devotion to her lie, he found himself utterly crushed by her rejection.

It was made all the more bitter as he realized that she had given him something so precious, yet she must have worried that she was not enough.

He longed to run up those steps, swallow her in his embrace and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, reassure her that she was his everything, but it was better to leave things as they were.

After all, she would still be endangered by his side, and she had already gone and made the decision by herself. What more could he possibly do?

Snatching a t-shirt off the floor, really they should clean up, but it was the furthest thing on his mind, he teleported out of the home and to the only place he truly felt he belonged. Out in the cold.

Edited 11/29/19