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Be careful, love, because I’m just one of many.
Please… do stay with me.
The goat’s emotions were clouded by how obscured in darkness the room was encased in. No physical expression could be denoted in this environment. Such three simple words, made her feel alive with a purpose, but she wouldn’t tell you that, even if you somehow discovered it.
Or maybe she just wanted to feel something again. Any emotion would suffice at this moment. The prior few months treated her brutally, with aching loneliness.
And then, you would fell, and suddenly, she could mentally excuse all the regret, the death, the suffering, and burying graves for months, exhausting herself.
She dreamed of all the children that came under her care when they fell through the ceiling; but every-time, they ran out on her.
They all met the same inevitable fated conclusion, to die; no matter how many times she pleaded and begged and strained what she meant to them.
Was I not good enough for any of them? She mentioned internally to no one in particular. You were still fast asleep from your inebriation the night previous.
But she wasn’t, she couldn’t just fall asleep now. But those words you uttered to her, not really realizing how profound it could have been, even if you weren’t aware of it in the amount, it struck her a thousand times greater and harder.
In her isolated thoughts, you had now shifted just below her chest, thinking it was a fluffy pillow. But you weren’t on the bed, you had gotten up whenever you see Toriel cry to herself.
She wailed a great deal before you fell, digging headstones for nine children. It was so unfair to a mother, for her to outlive her children, when the opposite should be true.
Sometimes, in a state of drunken euphoria, she wrote on their stones with her magic, but more often than that, the amount of space allotted couldn’t hold, in writing, every single instance of regret and sorrow and heartache and misery, all in one, that gripped at her SOUL in a suffocating vice.
But you were proving different, even if at a slow pace. You didn’t immediately want to reject a conversation, or a simple embrace if you needed it. But you initially the embraces more than she did, because you sensed she needed all of it. It needed to be worth something to her.
You had mourned enough for Sanaa, when she was taken from this world before it was her time to depart. You always wanted to recall the good memories you had, not the painful ones.
In the morning, you planned to tell Toriel, after a hearty breakfast with sheer joy and happiness, what you really wanted to do. And it was something that was always in the forefront of your mind since your descent.
She didn’t even think she would live to witness a day where such simplistic words would be uttered again, but she did.
”Toriel, I will stay.”
And she stopped eating her slice of pie nearly immediately. A moment of confusion, as if she needed a few moments to really comprehend what you just said. Absentmindedly, she began to cry again at the table, with a soft smile now. She could sleep her woe with a cheerful smile now, every day that arrived and went.
Because this one time, you didn’t run away.