Today was the shower. He'd sent the letters before he'd teleported away. When he left, you and Papyrus were sitting on the sofa, watching some MTT. Oh, did I mention you lived with them in their guest room? Yeah, you did.

He left the note on your bed and then teleported away. He didn't know when you would see the note. Maybe tommorrow, maybe later that night. Maybe not even for a month. Maybe you wouldn't have even noticed he was gone. And that was okay with him.

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You yawned out. It'd been about an hour since Sans had left, and you were getting tired. So you headed upstairs to your room after telling Papyrus good night. As you opened your door, you saw a little envelope with your name on it. At the bottom, it specifically read "Don't show Papyrus". What the? You rolled your eyes, thinking it was a surprise prank he didn't want to ruin. So you carefully opened the note and read it.
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Your hands started to tremble. Was this.. no. It couldn't be.. had it? This was a suicide note. You could tell by the way the words were placed. How they all lead to one thing, just rephrased. Sans was going to kill his self. You started to cry as you quickly scrambled to throw on your jacket. You were barefoot. But, guessing by where you remembered you'd taken him, he'd had to be there.

He had to be.

You told Papyrus you'd be back soon as you ran out the door. Barefoot, note in hands, dressed in a (F/C) nightgown and (J/C) jacket. You hoped you weren't to late. Tears shot out of your eyes, blurring your vision but you didn't care. You were sobbing, panting, running as fast as you could as the sky began to blacken. You were just reaching the river.

You saw the first star shoot in the sky. Please. Nononono. Not now. Please. You knew Sans. He'd wait till the right moment to do something. He loved stars. He'd wanna die under the thing he loved. He never told anyone when he needed help or when he was in pain. He tried to handle everything on his own.

You let him leave. You didn't ask where he was going. You were so caught up in some stupid show that you couldn't notice his behavior. His death was your fault.

You saw a blue jacket up ahead, than a skull, then those signature slippers. Your eyes widened, and you fell to your knees. He was still alive. He looked over at you, there was nervousness and bitter sadness in his eyes. He adverted his gaze away from you. He was so close to the edge. Facing the tree in front of him, his back turned to the water.

You couldn't help but sob. You were so happy you weren't to late. He was still alive. "(Y/N)" he spoke up as he made his way towards you slowly, only for you to quickly hug him, standing to your feet, sobbing into his shirt. Your grip was so tight. Like you were hanging on for life. Well, in this situation— hanging on to his life.

"Your feet.." he said quietly, you hadn't even noticed how scratched up your poor feet were. You didn't care. He was okay. "Sans.." you started quietly, but then your sadness only turned into anger.

"What is wring with you?! You had me so worried! I thought you were gonna... I thought you were gonna die..!" You started to sob and hug him tighter. "What would I do if I lost you?!"

"You mean so much to..you mean so much to me, damnit!" You cried, "I..I love you! I can't.. I can't lose you..!" You finally yelled out... that must've done it because he walked away from the edge with you in his grip, holding you tightly. His head in the crook of your neck. It stayed silent for a while before you felt something wet on your shoulder.

It only occurred to you minutes later that he was crying which made you cry as well.. "I'm.. im so..so..so sorry.., I..—fuck..— I love ya to.." he finally spoke up. Only for you to slowly put your lips to his teeth, you both still crying.

Sans had thought to himself. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe Frisk wouldn't reset. Maybe he could be happy with you. You both could start a family. And live happily ever after.

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