How could you forget?

Mad for no reason

Tubbo POV:

I sighed, and my eyes flickered closed. Why did he forget? I asked myself. Was it something I did? No, I don't think so... I replayed everything that had happened this last week. Had I messed up? I could not find anything in my memories. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Seeing as I was entrapped in thought, I was slightly surprised. I jumped from Ranboo's shoulder, my eyes popping open. Ranboo looked bewildered. It's just Tommy. I remind myself. I walk over to the door, and open it, and let Tommy barge in. "Hello!" He nearly shouts. Ranboo looks to me in fright. Because I am the only one he knows. He probably wants reassurance or something. He used to look to you because he loved and trusted you. Now he looks to you because you were the first person he SAW. I squeeze my eyes shut, blocking out my thoughts. "I need help Tommy." I whisper. Tommy looks at me. "Ok?" He asks. "With what?" I shut my eyes tighter, so I won't cry. "Ranboo doesn't remember anything." I say quietly. I don't see what expression Tommy has, because my eyes are tightly shut. "Tommy, he doesn't remember me." I start sobbing, and I feel Tommy hug me. I am shaky, tears pouring down my face. Tommy is hugging me. Tightly. Trying to calm me down. "I don't think he remembers Micheal either." I say through tears, and a new wave of saline solution surges down my face. "Calm down." Tommy whispered to me. I really don't know what caused it. The awfulness of your best friend forgetting you. The immobilizing sadness that had overtaken me when I told Tommy, like I had confirmed my worst nightmare. I don't know. But I snapped. "You're telling me to calm DOWN? My husband just fucking FORGOT ME! Don't tell me to calm down." After that outburst, I sunk to the floor, completely exhausted. My thoughts weren't helping. They were running through the worst scenarios that could happen. What if Ranboo never remembers you and Micheal? What is Ranboo gets to know you again but hates you this time? What if Ranboo decides to kill Micheal? What if.... What if something else terrible happens? What if? What if? My mind was getting too loud. I curled into fetal position on the floor and sobbed. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Don't touch me , Tommy. I swear..." The light touch immediately left my shoulder, and a voice that was definitely not Tommy mumbled, "Sorry. You looked sad. Sorry. Umm....." The apology trailed off as I uncurled. "Ranboo?" I asked. He was standing awkwardly a bit away from me. "That's me, I guess." I looked at him. He looked the same. Like he could start smiling at any moment and say, "Hey, Bee! Micheal drew you!" And grab my hand and pull me upstairs to show me. But I had to remind myself that he had no memories. But that reminded me so much of the old Ranboo. Before I could stop myself, I ran at Ranboo, and hugged him as hard as I could. I whispered into his ear, "You don't remember me, but I miss you so much Boo."