Palette's POV

    He's being more open with his thoughts. I won't let him run away again. Not after the pain I endured of him not being with me. It helped though. It helped me realize my love for goth.
    If he can trust me just enough, he'll bring me everywhere with him. That's exactly what I want. I hugged goth tighter, in the feeling I might ever lose him. His warmth was nice, his small body structure quite adorable. "I think we should unbox your house" I spoke cheerfully. He separated his head from my chest and looked up at me. He smiled cutely.
    "Yeah!" he spoke adorably. He is going to kill me with this. Goth wraps his hands around the fabric of my jacket tightly and teleports to an unfamiliar place.
    We land onto a box as dust and clothes fly up. "I guess we landed on one of my clothing box's" he laughed nervously. I looked down, curious on why he was nervous.
    There was underwear and...lingerie. My face flushed. "I can explain!!!" goth started. "C-cray got them for me and I thought I threw them away and, and, and...." he covered himself in his hoodie. That fu*ker. Wait, did I just curse! I guess i'm just that angry.
    The pieces of clothing were black and slim. The top part having some cloth hanging down to cover the stomach as the bottom were like girls panties. That disgusting pedo.
    "I-i'll throw them away for you" I spoke kindly.
    "Thank you....." he said in a quiet tone. Goth dug threw a box and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around himself like a cocoon. I hesitantly grab the clothing and walk towards the empty kitchen. I throw the clothing into the trash can and go back to the...living room.
    Goth was laying inside the blanket on the ground as he used a box as a pillow. Soft snores came from the blanket. I smiled and sat next goth. I carefully unwrapped the blanket from around his body, expecting a warm smile.
    A frown was placed on his face as tears fell from his eyes. No! Please goth! Whatever I did, please don't cry!. I panicked and picked goth up.
    I held his head into my chest tightly as I whisper reassuring things to him. Goth wakes up in my arms and holds onto my chest. "Pal...what are you doing?" he asked quietly. I only gripped onto him tighter.
    "Tell me, what did I do wrong this time?" I asked with pure guilt. Goth's eyes widened pulling apart slightly to look up at me. I started to tear up. "Please.....was I blind again?" I sniffled. Goth looked at me with shock.
    "Palette! What! What are you saying!" he said. He holds onto my cheek bones, wiping away the tears that fell from my eyes. I grabbed onto his right hand and nuzzled it, tears falling on his fingers and palm. "Palette.....I was...embarrassed and...I thought that you would....would think I...I was like lust! S-so I got....got a little afraid that you...nevermind" goth hesitated. I hug him and press him against my chest.
    "I-I guess I was....just paranoid that you would run away from me again" I spoke with sorrow. Goth blushed a bright lavender and kissed my cheek.
    "I won't ever do that again" goth reassured. I nodded and stood up, holding goth in my arms. "Now. Would you like to help so you can get your mind off of it?" goth asked kindly. I nodded my head, the tears drying on my cheeks. Goth kicks the box that we landed on to the corner of the room.
    There were box's stacked to the ceiling in every corner. At least three stacks a corner, five box's high. I walk to goth when I hit my head on something. I look up to see the light on the ceiling fan. I realize, this house almost my height.
    Goth was to my shoulders so he couldn't hit the light, he was just tall enough to reach the metal cord. "Sorry palette! I didn't know the house was that small!" goth exclaims, trying to apologize. I smile to the sides of my head and speak.
    "That's alright! As long as your my shorty!" I teased. He pouted and went towards a box. Thank god the rest of the house was taller. Me and goth spent hours on unpacking. Sometimes goth would hide some box's and say that he'll unpack them later with a bit of sweat dropping off his skull.
    Great...he's being secretive again. I thought I was getting closer to breaking his shell. Now its restarted all over again. I sigh as I unpack a bunch of photos. I take out a framed photo, before I can place it on the fireplace railing, I notice it was a picture of us.
    We were at the carnival, having the time of our lives. I should've kissed him on the ferris wheel. Who knows when i'll have another chance like that....

Flashback

    I sat on the ferris wheel seat, directly in front of goth. He's my bestest bud! Why wouldn't I share this beautiful scene with him. We neared the top when the power had cut off.
    The people at the bottom alerted us to stay calm and a worker was coming for us soon. Goth sat beside me, quivering and shaking. I hugged him with a smile. "We're okay!" I reassured. Goth held tight onto my chest.
    He looked up at me with a...how do I describe it? But his eyes were sparkling. I had a strange impulse and leant down to goth's face. He scooted closer and began to close his eyes. I noticed something on his face. "Goth! You have cotton candy fluff stuck to your cheeks!" I shouted unknowingly of what I had just done.
    His eyes swelled with tears and sat onto the other side. "Goth..." I had a hint of guilt but didn't know why.
    "Lets wait until we get down. I just want to go home........"

    Is it bad that.....I feel guilty, even now........