One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Goodbye Letter

We aren't kids anymore. We aren't brothers. We aren't Nightmare and Dream, we aren't 'us'. As soon as I bit that apple, we became nothing. You became Dream. I became Nightmare. There is no Nightmare and Dream anymore. We are separate.

You're so positive all the time. It's toxic.

I'm so negative all the time. It's toxic.

Together, we're the perfect balance. It's toxic.

Perfection isn't something that can exist. It's not supposed to. It can't exist. No one, no matter how much they believe it, no one wants perfection.

And you are perfection. Maybe that's why I hate you so much.

I wanted to blame you. I did blame you. It was you who invited them to stay, after all. But it was I who never said anything against it. It was you who never paid enough attention, yet I'm the one who never brought your attention to the right place.

This isn't something that can be washed away with bandages and hugs. It's not something that an apology can fix. I want to blame you. You probably think you should blame me. And out there, there is someone who blames the both of us. Someone who blames neither of us and someone who blames all of us.

In truth, there's no one to blame. We all played a part in it, and we were all victims of it. There's nothing else to say.

I want to forgive you. I have forgiven you. There was nothing to even forgive. It should be me who begs forgiveness.

After all, you hate me. Not me, but what I've become. You hate what I do, but you can't hate me. And I hate you for it. I don't hate you, though. I hate that you don't hate me.

Emotions are evil things. They lie, they cheat. Even the purest and cleanest emotions can be false and wrong. Don't defend them like you are them. You aren't pure. You aren't clean.

This isn't a letter to ask for a new bond. We can't have one of those. It would only be a repeat of the past. This isn't a letter to ask for forgiveness, or to grant it. I have nothing to be sorry for, and neither do you. This isn't a letter to ask for a truce.

This is a goodbye. We've spent years together. And it was a bumpy road. We fought each other longer than we've loved each other. We've cared for each other longer than we've fought each other. And it's over now. Don't start wondering what you could've done differently, or what you could've said differently. Don't ask if you could've changed.

You have changed. You've done it differently. Timelines upon timelines show that truth. You've seen them all. And in every single one, you saw that we can never live as we once did. Before the village, before the war, before the incident. I'm not giving up. Don't take it as surrender. It's acceptance. I don't want to fight you, just as you don't want to fight me.

So, cheers, old friend, to the end of an age.

Nightmare silently tucked the letter into his present. His last present to an old friend. He wouldn't be getting one.

A small box was left on someone's doorstep.

The sun rose alone.

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Belated birthday story for the twins owo.

i thought of this in the shower lmao.