[ Starter for @gcrdenae ]
You shouldn’t be here. You could feel that clearly as you wandered through the familiar building that Asgore called home, even after everyone else left it. It feels dead, like a memory you cling to in an attempt to hold onto a past which is no longer, until the only thing left is an empty hollow feeling. This memory feels of mourning of mistakes that people aren’t quite ready to say goodbye too yet, and of apologies that never got the chance to be heard. This is a sad place, and you shouldn’t be here
and yet here you are.
You float above a bed that used to belong to Asriel and hum an old tune he taught you to play on the piano as you let yourself mourn for the first time in ages. It feels strange to mourn for yourself as your brother, knowing that you both are long dead and yet it seems so fresh in this place. Almost like a knife just cutting the wound back open again. You didn’t think anyone else would be coming (Why would anyone come here anyway?) but when the unmistakable sound of your mother’s footsteps down the hall, you somehow felt she would be the last person to come.
You hold your breathe on instinct despite the fact you don’t really breath anymore and creep towards the door. You just want to look. You want to see her one more time. You’d love to start up a talk, say anything, but you won’t lie and say you’re sure she can see you.
And if she could, you’d settle for just a glance and feel happy for the rest of the year you wouldn’t need a coat in Snowdin. You’re sure of it.
