Sometimes kindness is enough

Ending four : A world without you

(I don't own the picture at all, nor all the stuff it is related to and for the ones who know where it comes from, you know what would the atmosphere be!)

Dark.Everything was dark. He was surrounded in total darkness. There was not a sound either. It was calm, yet eerie. Then flashes of white appeared around him, noises could be heard, echoes of laughter, sweet words murmured, promises sealed by a kiss... He could see their first meeting, leading to misunderstandings and fears from both of them, their first "date" at Chillby, their confessions. There was also when they had their first argument, and surprisingly, he wished nothing more than to have other arguments with him. Then the flashes changed, showing him things he never lived throough : both of them standing in front of a house, a small child curled in their arms; them leaving an imposing building, hands in hands, ready to begin their new lives together; them standing in front of what seemed to be an altar against a tree, the other looking absolutely stunning and whispering to him the same, exchanging tearful, yet happy gazes as they exchanged vows and rings; a beautiful skeleton woman presenting them another woman as their girlfriend while clutching her arm nervously, and he could hear them talking excitedly and happily to the new couple who exchanged relieved gazes; figures standing in front of two tombstones, one of them being slightly newer than the other one...

He knew that those lives were futures that they lived, having a detail changing everything. Something wet slowly ran over his cheekbone, following soon by something similar. ...Why? Why couldn't  they  have a happy ending as well? What did they do wrong here? Why did he have to die??!! Suddenly, everything becme too much all at once : the colors were too bright, the sounds to loud, and he felt something crawling along his body, trapping him there as he felt like he was drowning, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't-

He gasped awake, magic swirling dangerously around him as he sent a bone attack to whoever was restricting him. "Whoa whoa! Calm down, it's me!" He stopped just in time his next attack as Flowey was pinned to the wall by his bones. Fortunately, the one bone pinning him was a blue bone, unlike the other ones. Either Flowey was lucky, either he unconsciously held back. He grumbled lowly, before heading to his closet to put some clothes on, while Flowey looked at him saddly but also annoyed. "Are you going to leave me hanging there as a punishment or something?" He glared back at the flower, not in the mood. But when was he not in the mood already? He could not recall. "Alright, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, but you were in the middle of a nightmare, and you were calling out for-" He couldn't finish his sentence as the door was loudly slammed, leaving Flowey alone in the bedroom. He frowned deeply before sighing in sadness. "Come on," He mumbled as if the other was still there, "It has been a year now. I get it that it still is painful, but you need to stop pushing us away. We all lost someone, after all..."

He was walking in the barely lighten streets, the hood of his jacket drawn-up to hide his face, giving him an eerie look. Like this, no one would come to disturb him. He went t a small store, buying some supplies for his nightly walk. People -humans and monsters alike- would look at him with fear in their eyes. Good. He wanted to avoid any possible contact with others. He went to pay when he found everything he needed, people letting him go first. As he get out, he could hear people releasing a sigh of relief. He just kept going. As he walked, he internally growled. Why was there so many people this night? Was it a special day? As he was still wandering and wondering, he suddenly froze as his eyes settled on a couple: they were walking hand in hand, one leaning on their partner, the other looking at them lovingly, before they share a kiss. He felt his Soul squeezing in agony as he could feel sting caused by tears threatening to fall down. He clutched shakily his sternum before storming away, bumping into people in the process. He just couldn't witness that kind of display. Not anymore.