Philophobia

Chapter 2

Frisk's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking, trying to adapt to the light. Once my eyes adjusted, I realized I was in my room. I looked down; my covers still slightly on me, and I was still fully clothed.

Thanks, G. I thought as I rubbed my eyes. I got up, stretching and reaching for clean clothes.

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After pulling my oversized hoodie over my head, I popped in my earbuds and played Feelings Are Fatal by mxmtoon (play the song now, if ya want).

Before heading downstairs, I peeped into G's room. His window was open, letting a nice, cool breeze enter the room as the curtains swayed. He was sprawled onto the entirety of his bed, a soft snore emitting from his mouth as he continued his peaceful slumber. I smiled, stepping away and heading down stairs, wincing each time the steps creaked.

I entered the kitchen, softly singing to Feelings Are Fatal. I popped a bagel into the toaster, making sure the toaster settings were correct, cause nobody likes a burnt bagel... or at least I don't think anyone does. I finished making the bagel and went to the backyard. I sat in the middle of the patch of golden flowers, feeling tranquil like I had last night for some time. Realizing nobody was around, I started singing louder.

"How many times must I keep it inside? I need to let go, and I swear that I've tried, but opening up means trusting others, and that's just too much. I don't want to bother, so I'll keep it inside and bury it deep. I know it's not healthy, but you won't hear a peep. Though I'm always sad and I'm always lonely, I could never tell you that I'm breaking slowly..." I sighed and looked down, thinking of nothing whatsoever for a minute. Remembering about my bagel, I took a bite, closing my eyes and taking out my earbuds.

"Nice voice, sweetheart. Didn't know you could sing like that." I choked on my bagel, whipping around to see G, standing there in a black turtleneck, distressed, black jeans, and his combat boots. Shit.

G's POV

A light breeze swirled around my room as I started to wake. My window was open, allowing the cooling air to enter. I stood up and yawned, walking to restroom to do my business.

When I came back to my room, I sat on my bed, silent and thinking. Amidst the silence, I heard the faintest sound of singing. I walked to my window, looking to our backyard to see Frisk sitting cross legged in the middle of the golden flowers, a plate, with what I assumed to be a bagel or toast on it, in her lap.

"Though I'm always sad and I'm always lonely, I could never tell you that I'm breaking slowly..." She sung with a sadness in her voice, as though the words trickling from her mouth were coming straight from her heart. I smiled a sad smile and slipped on my boots, walking to the garden to meet her.

I walked up behind her as she took her headphones out, taking a bite of her bagel and closing her eyes. "Nice voice, sweetheart. Didn't know you could sing like that." I said, looking at her as she whipped around, surprise etched all over her face. I chuckled, ruffling my hand through her hair as she coughed. I sat down beside her, caressing a flower in my hand. She calmed down, sighing.

"What's wrong, Frisk?" I asked, still looking at the flower.

"N-Nothing... why ask that?" she said. I looked at her; she was looking away, obviously flustered.

"Well, I heard you singing, and you sounded sad, as if you were singing about yourself. And, what I said earlier, about you having a nice voice, I meant that, and I still do." Her entire face was red as she looked at her feet.