My own skeleton

Remember everything

your pov

''Its been three years'' you thought silently to yourself,''And i'm still here...''

''Hey whats eating ya, you weirdo.'' says a familiar deep voice.

''Oh sans its you'', you stutter '' And nothing just thinking''

You both look at each other and you can tell he wants to know, but you just cant bring your self to say anything. You just cant say you want you leave.....