Sans opened the worn brown journal. He sighed and leaned against the wall, as he opened the journal to a blank page.
"Well…" He muttered. "Tori did say to start writing my thoughts down."
With a sigh and a click of a pen, Sans started to write.
'I dream. Unlike many people who claim they don't see things when they sleep, I see all.'
'I see them die...over and over.'
'Many get upset when they can't remember their dreams…'
'When I forget what I saw as I slept. I weep with joy. The thought of it all pounds at my skull.'
'The thought of the dust coating the streets…'
'I wake up screaming.'
'But even if I hold my screams back….'
'She is there. Holding my trembling body and saying 'It's going to be ok. I promise.''
Sans was crying now, realizing how much he took Toriel for granted. Sure there were the everyday things. Like her jokes. Her smile. Her cute laughs. But Sans never realized what she did behind the scenes. How she always set an alarm early to check if Sans magic had gone off in his sleep. How she sleep in his room holding his hand to remind him that she was there. The nights she would stay up late, and just talk to him, even if she had work the next day. Sans realized, right then and there, why he felt so strong about her. Because he loved her.