"Wilbur?"
"Tommy?"
You jump in my arms, a smile on your face and tears in your eyes. I think I should be feeling something right now but I don't. I just keep holding you in my arms, without moving, without looking at you.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's Dream. I think... I think he killed me."
Something inside of me quivers at the mention of his name.
"So where am I?"
"In hell, obviously."
I says, as you withdraw from my arms. You look so scared and without any idea what the fuck is going on.
"Wow... It's black. Black as hell. Haha!"
"Yes."
Your blue eyes then look at me more carefully. And they clearly find something wrong because you ask:
"Hey, Wilbur, are you okay?"
"Yes."
"You're sure nothing's wrong?"
I smile.
"Oh Tommy... Your visit is just troubling me."
"Aren't you... glad to see me?"
I start laughing like a maniac, and even cry at some point. You just stand there, watching me, with a hilarious confused look on your face.
"Tommy, oh Tommy, dear Tommy... Of course I am glad to see you! I just wish... It wasn't so soon."
