(DISCONTINUED) Dear Technoblade... | A Technoblade Fanfiction

11/22/20XX

The soft background noise of the sprinkling rain mixed well with the crackling of the warm fire that melancholy blue-eyed man was sat beside, a rather crinkled page in his hand as he brushed his long hair out of his line of vision, sighing.

Leaning back against his chair, he twisted his head slightly, just enough so that he was able to look at the window, which separated him from the cloudy skies and pelting raindrops. There were little droplets that stuck to the window, some still and others still racing down the glass. He continued to watch for a moment before turning back to the letter. Smoothing out the brown paper, the man donned his glasses, shifting into a more comfortable position in his chair before beginning to read:

Dear Techno,

Ah, it seems to be a rather gloomy morning today, does it not, my friend? The skies have been covered with the soft gray clouds of the sky, and not a glimpse of sunlight can be seen for miles.

It reminds me of how when we were young children, about the ages of 6 and 7, when we would race to the windows and see whose raindrop would hit the windowsill first. There were... multiple times when I would win, and multiple times when you would. It's quite amusing, how such little things were our entertainers. Either way, it was always a pleasure for me to sit in that little blue armchair of mine and watch the rains pelt at the grounds while you sat beside me, either watching along with me, or you were reading. Ah, you almost always had your nose stuck in a book- well, I must admit I commonly had mine stuck in one as well, but not comparably as much as you.

There was an aura of intelligence and gentleness that always surrounded you, which always kept my heart at ease. Although, in all honesty, there was always a glint in your eye that sent shivers down my spine. But ignoring that, I suppose this was maybe about... 30% of why you were my best friend.

Other than that, it was certainly always a pleasure to have you over, whether it was with Tommy and Wilbur, whether it was by yourself, whether you came just to have some afternoon tea or to share some ridiculous stories featuring the three of you off onto whatever adventures, I loved them all.

Ah... how many more times can we spend our days like these before I have to leave?

Your friend,

Amber

"We... spent numerous days together. Far too many to count," the reader whispered. "And... you promised to stay here with me, on the prairie forever. So... so... " the paper crinkled as the blue-eyed man tightened his grip on the paper.

"So why aren't you here with me?"