My heart hurts and my head is spinning, but I don't know why. Whatever that freak did to me made my heart heart at the sight of his sadness and worry. I don't want to see that look on his face. I don't want to see him again. It's probably for the best anyway. No-one is safe around me. No-one could ever... care about me.
I feel a tear slide down my cheek. Damn. This is gonna be hard.
For the next few days I sit in my room and think to myself, which boss doesn't mind because he hates my guts. I sit in my room thinking about him. The other me. The better me. He looked happy before I came along. He had it perfect. I wish I had his life, his friend, his family, him...
I can't stop myself from crying. I want to see him again. My heart aches to see him. To hear him. But why?
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Kustard
FanfictionWhen Classic is asked who he is by red sans he starts wondering who he is and who he wants to be. Classic Sans and Red Sans are very different and yet so alike. They feel the need to protect each other and be with each other at all times. Perhaps th...
