Leaving
You gazed into the blue flowers, still whispering the small ‘i love you’s to you. It sure wasn’t raising the pain in your heart. You were suddenly leaving without explanation, and for who knows how long. Obviously you weren’t going to disappear for a year at least.
A backpack was sitting next to you on the couch. It was filled with mostly clothes, you didn’t feel like you needed anything else. You also had your charger and earbuds, quite the necessity. While you would chat with Blake on the ride there, eventually you would favor music and staring at the scenery instead. They didn’t mind when it happened though.
When a short and brisk knock disrupted your thoughts, you snatched up your bag and bid one final farewell to your flowers. Something pulled at your chest as you walked to the door, begging you to not go. You shoved down that feeling and greeted Blake.
“Hey!” they called out cheerfully, “You ready?”
You nodded, following them to their car. You flung your backpack into the backseat and joining them in the front.
“Man, visiting relatives. That’s always fun,” they set up a conversation starter for the long trip.
“It’s not that bad. We were close when I lived with my family. But gosh, we’ll have a lot of catching up to do,” you laughed nervously. Playing with the hem of your scarf.
“You lived really far away,” they sent you a lopsided grin, “no wonder I found you half dead when we first met.”
You nodded uncomfortably. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Blake mentioning the bad part of your past. It was just hard for you to bring it up. That’s why you still had yet to tell Sans about any of this in detail. To be honest, he was still hiding things from you as well.
“On that topic, how have you been holding up? I know you always forget to take care of yourself unless someone reminds you at least three times daily.”
You grind your teeth, embarrassed that they know the part about you as well, “Y-yeah, I’ve managed so far.”
“Just fruit and sleeping a maximum of six hours a night isn’t managing. The lack of nutrients and hours will catch up to you,” they scoffed, nudging you in the arm, “Your boyfriend’s taking care of you, isn’t he?”
“Of course he does!” you shouted suddenly, “I-I just, don’t want to make him worry too much,”
“He’s your boyfriend! That’s what they do, they worry about their poor baby’s feelings. You just gotta open up!”
“I haven’t even told him exactly what happened in the past.”
“I’m this close to turning the car around,” they lifted a hand to pinch their fingers just barely an inch apart, “When you get back, you’ll tell your Sans, everything.”
“Alright, alright,” you sighed, looking out the window, “I will.”
Blake dropped the subject, turning to more idle conversation. Eventually, even that had died out and you plugged in your earbuds, quietly playing soft music in the background. Sleep slowly pulled you away as you gazed at the trees passing by quickly.
You had left by the time Sans had woken up, and when he rushed over to your home, he only found it empty. You were already gone. Since he was already at your home, he decided to water your flowers. He knew nothing about caring for plants, flowers made him especially uneasy, for whatever reason.
Lucky enough, you had taped a cheat sheet to the lily pot, but there wasn’t one on the echo plot. It made sense, you had just gotten the new addition, so you obviously didn’t know how to care for them. Otherwise, he followed the instructions for the lilies, and winged it for the echo flowers. Setting the pot back on the coffee table, another note caught his eye, it was addressed to him, he noticed when he picked it up.
Sans
I’m so sorry I just sort of left you the way I did. With no explanation. I hope I will be able to tell you everything when I get back.
Love, _____
Your apology in the beginning looked like it was erased multiple times, which made his soul pang in guilt. He noticed you hadn’t apologized since he snapped out to you, and you always stop yourself before a ‘sorry’ exits your mouth. He did want you to break that nasty habit, just not like this.
Folding up the note and placing it in his pocket, Sans was almost ready to take a shortcut back now. Knowing you would be gone for a few days though, spiked his curiosity. He always wanted to know who that woman was - though he is getting a hunch as to whom she is - and all those other sketchbooks in your room. But, he knew how rude that would be, and you planned on telling him more as well. He just, couldn’t break your trust.
You were too good for him. You never pushed subjects he showed discomfort for, and avoided anything that made Sans seem unhappy. You respected him and his boundaries, and here he was, contemplating snooping into something you had yet to show him yourself. Shoving down his stupid curiosity, Sans blipped out of your home, and chose to treat himself to Grillby’s