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This...
...
was it.
your eyes pondered back over to his empty sockets where you stand in front of him, but he looks... almost... ashamed? your stance stuttering due to your kneecap being bashed IN . Your knife clatters onto the once shiny pristine golden floor.
I mean you knew this was BOUND to happen, you had no determination whatsoever it was just you. It was always you.
-
"You know I'll just- end up resetting again right..?"
“All I know is… seeing what comes next…
I can't afford not to care anymore.”
silence was only for a moment, until you just cried. And it wouldn't stop.
"Why... why does it still hurt so bad sans?”
then there was nothing
not a sound of a final breath. it was
quiet
he went back to the moment he thought this was over, but. was it truly over? is this the end?
...
whatever,
He killed the only person in the world who truly loved him.
(honestly might make a book out of this? or another separate chapter tbh.....