(This is based off my dream :p Also...almost suicide warning...use of a knife, kind of.)

This was it. Goth was going to end it all. He was going to hang himself....

Goth's POV

The room was cold, like my depression changed the atmosphere. It didn't matter. The only that mattered was the rope in my hands.

"This is it..." I whisper, my (")lips(") curling into a sad smile. A small tear ran down my face, dripping onto my hand soon after. "This is...g-goodbye."

{Palette's POV}

Goth hadn't been at school today. I'm worried about him. Every since his parents died, he hasn't been the same. I was going to visit him today, to make sure he was okay.

*()*~<{Time Skip}>~*()*

<-3rd POV->

Goth has the noose around his neck, his eyes on the floor. His eyes shot to the door when it was opened forcefully. Palette got there before Goth kicked the chair from under neath himself. Palette was fast, throwing a knife at the rope, the rope basically snapping. Goth jumped down lightly from the chair,  tears blurring his one good eye. He ran to Palette, hugging him.

"I-I'm s-sorry." Goth cried helplessly, latching onto Palette, digging his fingers into Palette's shoulders. Palette forced Goth onto the floor, jabbing the knife into the ground beside him.

"Why would you do that?! Why would you ever think about doing that!" Palette yelled firmly, crying like crazy. "You know I couldn't live without you..." Palette said in a whisper.

Palette didn't leave Goth alone that night. Goth sleep at Palette's house. Palette wouldn't be able to live with himself if Goth committed suicide, much less died.

*()*~<{Time Skip}>~*()*

Palette stretched, yawning. He rubbed his eyes, getting up while groaning in frustration. "Ugh, school exists, I forgot." Palette walked over to the closet, sightly struggling to take his shirt off due to his tiredness.

Now, Goth was just waking up, bags under his eyes. He obviously didn't want to wake up, but the loss of comfort from Palette caused him to wake up anyways. "P-Palette." He whispered, mostly inaudible. Goth was pretty quiet, his asthma and shyness the two (main) reasons why.

"I'm right here Gothy." Palette turned around to face Goth and smiled, his usual shirt in his hands. Goth blushed deeply, considering Palette wasn't wearing a shirt. Palette was blushing too, but only because he was not comfortable with Goth seeing him shirtless. He turned back around, his smile disappearing as quickly as it came. Palette quickly put on his shirt. He looked down, he definitely was not going to take off his pants, even if he was wearing boxers. { ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) }

Goth got up slowly and sluggishly, walking over to Palette. His arms wrapped around his waist as he groaned into Palette's shirt. Palette sighed, gently picking Goth up. Goth squeaked. Palette chuckled, he always thought Goth was the cutest thing and the most precious and fragile little skeleton.

(Eh)