【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(39)

"Oh, Asriel-,"
"No, Chara, I don't think it was your fault." I look down at the bandage stained in grey on his right hand.
"You shouldn't-,"
"It's okay." I smile back at him.
"Get some sleep." He giggles.
"Sure thing." He bounds back to his bed and buries himself in the sheets. "Night!" He calls. I look up at the ceiling ensconced in shadow. It's hard imagining that something like this could happen. A family I'm born in treats me like an object but this one I intruded upon treats me like a person. It feels more odd than good. More like something's odd, or that it's almost too good to be true. The fact of the matter is, I should be dead. I want to be able to stop what happened today from happening again. Yeah, that's a good thing to do. I turn over and marinate on the thought as I slowly drift into a dreamless sleep.