Iris.

I just don't wanna miss you tonight.

I cry, as Tommy storms out of my house. I slide down the wall, my heart aching.

I don't want the world to see me

I hear his car starting, and gradually pull out of my driveway. All I can do is cry, and beg for him to come back.

Cause I don't think that they'd understand.

Mascara is running down my face, as I hear my phone ring. I check to see who it is, hoping and praying it's him. It's not, instead his best friend, Tubbo.

When everything's meant to be broken,

With shaky hands, I pick up hesitantly. "Hello..?"

Silence.

"Hello..?? Tubbo??" I sniffle, wiping any stray tears that are still running down my cheeks.
"Y/N?" He asks.

I just want you to know who I am.

Just hearing his voice, the voice of his best friend, I am reminded of so many memories of Tommy. Ones I want to relive, and cherish all the same. I cry, harder than before.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming.

I suspect Tubbo knows what happened, as all he does is sit in silence. I'm not quite sure if he's actually there, or he hung up. But I'm assured when I hear "You're okay, let it out, you're doing okay."

Or the moment of truth in your lies.

My cries gradually slow, until they come to a complete stop. I can feel myself start to fall asleep, so I trudge over to my couch and lay down. I yawn, and fall asleep, but not without bidding tubbo goodbye.

"Thank you, Tubbo."

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CONTEXT!!!! Y/N and Tommy had a fight, which is becoming frequent now. The reader is scared one day he'll finally be fed up and leave, forever. Tubbo calls since Tommy didn't pick up and comforts the reader. Tubbo is like a sort of glue that keeps the three of them in order when things like this happen.