love yourself
tech week will devour my non-existent soul
The heavy, purple doors of the Ruins finally shut behind the human as he slipped out. His heart swelled as he left the nice goat woman, or Toriel. Sure, the human may have spared her, but the pain in his heart made him hurt. He really wish he never left her. Toriel seemed so...heartbroken, as he left. The human could tell because of the tone in her voice as she said goodbye. He sighs trudging on. His feet scooped up light amounts of angelic snow with his dingy and dull dark brown boots. The human tugged on his sleeves of his darkened turquoise sweater with two horizontal lavender stripes across his torso, looking around at the walls of trees. He could easily just hide throughout them, and play pretend with himself. As his pale yellow eyes darted around the area, he walked over a stick on the path, deciding to not step on it. The little voice in his head came and whispered things to him. All the pronouns he still gets called by. His dead name. Camille, Camille, Camille. He despised this little voice, which sounded like nails on a chalkboard-literally. It was almost as if Satan whispered to him.
Yet, he was so used to it. Back at home, his parents weren’t the best, which is the main reason he’s stuck down here in the first place. Why else would he just be here? Because he “fell?” No, that’s not it at all. He didn’t just “fall.” The human tried to commit suicide. He tried to commit suicide, to get rid of the voice in his head. He tried to push away the pain he felt inside him. Of course, it had failed. He didn’t deserve to live, though. Through all this pain he goes through, everything swims in his head. It repeats, over and over until he can’t take it-
There was a crunch. He whipped around to see who was behind him, fearing he was being watched. He saw...nothing. Nobody was there, except for a broken stick. Now, he felt like he really was being watched.
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Yet, he was so used to it. Back at home, his parents weren’t the best, which is the main reason he’s stuck down here in the first place. Why else would he just be here? Because he “fell?” No, that’s not it at all. He didn’t just “fall.” The human tried to commit suicide. He tried to commit suicide, to get rid of the voice in his head. He tried to push away the pain he felt inside him. Of course, it had failed. He didn’t deserve to live, though. Through all this pain he goes through, everything swims in his head. It repeats, over and over until he can’t take it-
There was a crunch. He whipped around to see who was behind him, fearing he was being watched. He saw...nothing. Nobody was there, except for a broken stick. Now, he felt like he really was being watched.
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