The buttercups tasted bitter on your tongue.
It's a taste that reminds you of regret, and as petals fall to the floor, reminding you all too much of tears you've long since forgotten how to shed, you feel a bit of that same emotion in your hummingbird fast heart.
Regret, not for yourself, but for Asriel, for Toriel, for Asgore. Regret that they couldn't see that loving you came with a price, and that you weren't worth it.
Asriel, the big cry baby, is sobbing softly at your side, and you decide to leave him be, because if he hurts because of what you're doing, it's nothing less than he deserves.
But that's a lie, the only thing that you can ever tell. The only thing that he deserves is the chance to go back, and never meet you in the first place.
Because it was his fault for finding you, his fault for caring, his fault for being blind enough to not see the shadows in your eyes, and the darkness in your smile.
But, the small voice whispers, one that you've learned to ignore, (another lie, because one thing you know is that you can never escape yourself) isn't it your fault for calling out? Your fault. Your fault. Your fault. You're a broken thing, with knife sharp edges. All you can do is hurt.
You eat another flower, and taste self-loathing. It's familiar, and you barely notice it at all.
For all that he was against the plan from the start, he did nothing to stop you, did nothing to prevent the shadow of death that you could swear you see out of the corner of your eye, creeping closer with every flower that passes through your lips, all because he trusted you, and wasn't that a laugh?
After all, you can't trust a demon, didn't he ever learn that? You can't bring dark things into the light, and expect a happy ending.
That's not how the world works.
He trusts you, like the kind, softhearted idiot that he is, and all you've done is break his heart. He was happy before he met you, like everyone else always is, and though he would never say anything differently, you know the truth.
You were Fallen before you ever actually fell, a demon, your mother would tell you, that came when people called your name.
This is why no one comes when you call them. But he did, Asriel did, and look what that got him. You're a curse, an ill omen through and through. Everything's your fault.
You only exist to hurt the people closest to you, and this slow death is more than you deserve for everything you have, and are about to put him through.
He told you that he didn't want to, but you didn't listen, you never do. What matters is what you want, and you want the world to burn until it's as black as your pathetic little heart.
Asriel isn't a killer, but he will be for you, and as you eat another flower, your fingers growing numb, you taste nothing but hate, for him, for being dumb enough to trust you, and always, always, for yourself.
You destroy everything that you touch. You don't deserve mercy, don't deserve love. The only thing you do deserve is to have the only wish you've ever made granted, to have never existed in the first place, you pleaded to silent stars, but like always, nobody answered.
As you fall to the bed, your strength finally leaving you, Asriel crying out your name softly, over and over and over again, you can't help but believe that you've never been anything besides the demon that your mother whispered that you were, sharp nails digging into your neck as she tried her hardest to silence your lying tongue, and steal your last breath.
You might be a demon, but for once in your life you'll be able to do something good. The monsters will be free, and you'll finally be worth something in death.
You couldn't ask for a better end-
In another life you could have loved him. He could have been your brother, and you could have been a family. But in this life you're a demon, and demons can't love.
And even if you could, you have no doubt that it would bring pain, just like the rest of you, knife sharp and cutting, and just another thing that Asriel doesn't deserve.
-especially now that you realize that under your own power, you'll be able to grant his wish, and yours.
He'll see the surface, and you'll stop existing, you'll finally disappear, the promise of the mountain holding true.
The thought fills you will determination, and you close your eyes.