It Wasn't Real

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So. Remember that one time Error and Fresh thought Geno died because of the powered concrete. Keep that in mind.

   I sighed softly as I walked in. It was late. Work had been long. I just wanted to go to bed. Hopefully Morang was already asleep.

   I dropped my bag by the door and pulled my jacket off. "Geno?"

   I got no response. That's strange. Maybe he's already asleep... The house was pretty quiet.

   Geno must have gone to bed. I set my shoes by the door and headed down the hall. I couldn't wait to get to bed.

   The door was open a slit. That's strange... I pushed it open a bit further.

   Geno's clothes were on the bed. I stepped closer snd touched them. They were covering in a grey powder. Not powder...  Dust!

   "Geno..?" My voice cracked. "Oh no no." I gripped his scarf in my hands. "Geno... This can't be real!"

   My knees connected with the floor. I gripped the scarf closer. "Ge *hic* no.." He cant be gone. What happened!?

   I barely heard the shower switch off and the bathroom door open. "Reaper? Oh Stars! Reaper!" Geno kneeled down. He was still dripping lightly from the shower.

   "G-geno?"

   "It's cement! I was fixing the wall that Error punched. I spilled the unmixed batch." He gripped my shoulders.

   My breathing was shallow and gaspy. "I-I though you–"

   "Hey Reaper. Do I look dead...?" He asked softly holding my hands and lacing our fingers together.

   "No..." I breathed softly. Still gripping onto the scarf.

   He took the scarf carefully and wrapped it around my neck. "Hey. You're okay. Come on. You're in panic mode still."

   I took a long deep breath and sight leaning my forehead against his. I gripped his hands tighter. "Sorry..."

   "Don't be Reaps..." He whispered.

   I nodded a little and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I love you so much."

  "I love you too. Now if you don't mind I really need a shirt." He chuckled.

   I laughed softly. "Aw but you look so hot without one." I winked.

   He rolled his eyes. "Yeah well you look like a hot mess wearing my scarf. Get up. Go shower, you smell like death. And then we can sleep."

   I pouted a bit but did get up. "Can I still wear the scarf?"

   He hummed in thought and then pecked my cheek. "Sure Reaps. Just for tonight."

   I smiled. "Thanks baby." I grabbed some pjs and went to head in the bathroom.
  

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