(Requested by: CyanDifference )

(Two chapters in two days?!?! Whaaat?!)

((I may come off as joking when I say this, cause that's how I get through things, but... If you have depresso espresso like I do, please feel free to talk to me. I'm here and I know what it's like, so I will be understanding and listen to anything you want to tell me. I may not know what you're going through, but no one can help you if you don't let people know there's a problem. Yes, I know acting like everything is fine makes you feel safer and you don't want pity, but isolating yourself makes the problem worse. You're letting your self-hate and fear take control of who you are, as well as letting it take root into your being. It causes you to have a shift in personality depending on your age. Don't take this mental illness as a joke. Don't get lost in it or it'll swallow you whole. Please, just think about it. If you don't suffer from depression, share this information with them and let them know that they aren't alone. Alrighty, onto the chapter.))

Empty.

That's how you've felt for so long.
Completely void of emotion at times and yet you feel like you're far too emotional.

Tired.

Hollow.

Trapped in an endless cycle of meaningless days that only seem to repeat the same occurrences, but today was different. You weren't in your house like you usually were. No, everything around you was white.

Empty.

Silent.

Almost as if it had been forgotten.

And yet you hear a voice quietly in the distance, but the vast white surroundings seemed almost 2D in appearance. There was nothing around and yet the sound got louder and louder. You didn't move from your position on the ground to view the incoming maker of the noise.

"Oh, are you alright? You must've fallen from another AU, huh? My name is Sans, but you can call me Geno." The strange skeleton said as you stared up at him with a blank expression. You shrugged silently, letting your gaze examine his attire. He seemed to have an outfit of nearly complete white and yet he has a giant red slash on his shirt that's accented by a bright red scarf.

"Well, let me help you up." He says, offering his hand awkwardly at your lack of a response. "No." You reply back, still glancing at him. Your eyes then noticed the blood coming from his mouth and pixels covering his eye socket. "W-why? Don't you want to get up?" He asks, confused and worried. "No. I'm fine where I am. It doesn't look like there's anywhere else to go, so why move if nothings going to be different?"

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine?" He says sarcastically, sitting next to you. "I have the feeling that you aren't happy about your current predicament. I don't blame you, neither was I when I came here, trust me." Geno says, getting a far off look on his face as he seemed to reminisce about a time when he was happy and with his brother.

"Me being here didn't change anything about my mood. Honestly, I could care less where I end up. I'd give anybody anything to be dead right now, but you don't look like the kind of guy to kill someone because they asked you to. You look like you'd either be in my shoes or trying to talk me out of being in these shoes."

Geno was then snapped out of his thoughts as your words seemed to settle in. "So you're stuck in that predicament. You know you're not alone in this, right? There are millions of people, including me, who are stuck in this rut and can't seem to get ourselves out of it. I'm supposed to be dead, just like everyone else from my AU is, and yet here I am bleeding and pixelating in an endless loop. If I leave this void, then I die and turn to dust." He spoke with yet another far off look. His one eye glowing a duller hue than before as his gaze turned to your tired form.

"Do you hold yourself to impossible standards that you see others reaching, but you just can't seem to graze the surface? Do you find yourself lost in your own dark thoughts and make fun of yourself whenever someone compliments/offends you? Don't you feel like you want to curl up next to someone and rant about your feelings, but you tell yourself not to burden them with your problems? Don't you feel like hiding away from the world whenever you do something remotely wrong or different?" Geno asks, watching as your eyes begin to get watery.

He was reading you like an open book and yet you both had just met. His words digging deeper and deeper into your mind as tears ran down your face, silently pleading for him to stop, but you couldn't find your voice to tell him. "You feel alone in a room full of people. You feel abandoned once you're left alone. You feel tired no matter the time of day. You feel like you haven't accomplished a thing because of it. You're not alone."

Pulling you up by your shoulders, Geno gently pulls you in for a hug. His hold is gentle and yet firm. Quietly, he hummed a tune he had remembered hearing a long time ago. He gently draws circles into your back with his finger as your sobs slowly turn to hiccups. You were so overwhelmed with emotion that you became even more exhausted than you were before.

Though you had just met him, you felt safe and understood in his arms. His quiet humming and gentle circles gradually lulled you to sleep.

That's when you woke up.

Your bedroom was back.

You were no longer in that blank void.

You smiled at the memory. That was how you met him. You wouldn't change it for the world, not would you change him.

Laying beside you in your plush bed was someone who made your heart flutter and joy fill your soul. Softly snoozing next to you was Geno, your boyfriend. His arms gently wrapped around your waist and his head laying on your stomach. Never had you seen him more at ease than when he was asleep.

You smiled down at his sleeping form and gently kissed the top of his skull and whispered, "thank you." As you fell back to sleep and snuggled back into the covers with him.

(I hope you enjoyed! I wrote about 600 some words of this at 1:20 in the morning and went to bed at 3:00.)

((On a personal note: I don't like romanticizing mental illnesses, especially when it's ones as severe as Depression. I'll still write about them, but it's not trendy or cool to have depression. It's a serious problem that most people can't fight on their own without causing harm to themselves. ))