"What is it, Sweetie? You... you can talk to me about anything... you know that, right?"
Papyrus squeezed the pair of hands he held in his own, metaphorically trying to hold on to the girl he could feel slipping away. The cold Snowdin air whisped about the couple, standing just outside the skeleton brothers' house, but Frisk knew the coldness of the winter air wasn't the only thing that was about to sting. Staring down intently at their interlaced hands, avoiding his gaze for a moment, she knew she had to tell him... she had to... it was time. Even though she knew it would break his heart...
Intro to a new story I'm writing! Thoughts?
