A/N: SURPRISE- I was supposed to be done with this story buuut- something popped up in my head while rereading this- And just to be clear, this is not for the Alternate ending one. Prepare for feels! Enjoy~

Goth stared at the pile with empty eyes. He couldn't believe it. Was Palette really dead?

He looked down at the note again, tears rushing down his face and onto the note. Goth slightly panicked when he got the note wet. This was the last thing Palette had left for him other than his gift-

He went through the note again and again. It would kill him every time he got at the end of the note.

'I love y'

Palette was trying to write "I love you", wasn't he? Goth didn't understand. How could Palette love him after everything he's done?

He shook in place as he tried to calm himself down. He didn't want to believe that Palette died- despite the fact that Palette's dust was basically lying in front of him.

He let out choked sobs as he stumbled out of the room. He couldn't stand it anymore. He slowly made his way out of the house, but each step felt like a stab in the gut.

Palette's house was basically filled with pictures of the two of them. Each time he would see another picture of them hanging on the wall, his heart would ache and tears woulf flow out again.

He felt like he was such a horrible person. He started to think- If he had chased after Palette the day he found out... Would things have turned out differently?

Palette could still be alive, and they could both be happy again. His heart sunk as he thought of what could've happened.

After what seemed like hours, Goth got out of Palette's house. He hated seeing it so.. Dead. It was like all the color went away with Palette.

-Timeskip-

Goth got home, a sobbing mess. Cray immediately went to check on Goth, but Goth wanted to be alone.

The two went on with the rest of their evening like usual, until it was time to sleep.

Goth couldn't sleep. He couldn't get it off his head. The fact that Palette was most likely dead.

Cray was peacefully sleeping beside him. Goth didn't want to bother Cray with his feelings. Actually, he didn't want to bother anyone with his feelings. So, he just got up and silently sneaked out.

Goth headed to the kitchen with he gift Palette left him. He thought he'd find comfort in seeing their pictures and how Palette just wants him to be happy but..

it just broke his heart more.

Goth went through every single page while he tried not to sob. He was failing horribly. He didn't get to go through everything the first time he saw it.

It was a pretty small book, but it was definitely filled with too many pictures of them.

He went through page after page after page- He eventually reached the last page. There was a letter from Palette.

Goth's heart sunk as he froze. Does he really want to read it..? Well.. It's the last few things he has from Palette- he can't just ignore it, right?

He tore the envelope off of the page and opened it. He was already sobbing, but he just completely broke down when he saw Palette's handwriting.

'Dear Goth,

You have been with me for a long time and I've known you since basically forever. I love you with all my heart and I'll be sure to make you happy for as long as we live! I want to spend the rest of forever with you. So..

Will you marry me?'

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Goth couldn't stop shaking at this point. He looked over to the envelope, and sure enough, there was a silver ring in it.

Goth couldn't hold back his sobs as he shakily picked up the ring.

"I'll be with you soon.."

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The next day, Cray awoke to find Goth nowhere in their room. He assumed that Goth was making breakfast, so he headed to the kitchen.

Instead, he was met with a sight he wished he hadn't...

At least they're both happy up there... right?

A/N: So, my mom wanted to read my story and I was like "I'll give her bonus feels.." Then I paused. I can give everyone bonus feels... SO HAVE BONUS FEELS-

These are sucky feels but I bet my mom will cry from the feels-