Tommy's letter to Death {OneShot}

Dear Wilbur,

I would like one man, just one, to listen to me. I'd like this man to be you.

I know we have spent many years on the same and opposite battlefields, giving out wounds and death counts alike, as if it were sweets.

Yet now, here we stand. Unmoving and docile, dread-filled yet soulless, over the rubble that was once called our home.

And you might be wondering, after all's that happened, why am I writing to you? Why reignite the burning fires of wrath and pain? Why think of you over the meer and Highlands alike?

Well, it's simple, because I lived, and that is the hardest pill to swallow.

You lost friends and enemies alike, you've lost sanity and you've lost pride, but out of everything, you lost the one thing to never truly leave.

You've lost me.

Your love, your torture, I went through all of it and yet I lived.

It was a hard revelation but now I can see. You never truly saw me as human, did you?
You could only see me as a living corpse of a would-be suicide. A pile of puppet meat.

A person dead to shame, a remnant of the despair plaguing your shores. And yet, I'm still standing, and you're not.

You're stupid, Wilbur Soot.
You could have died in a bed of roses with the melody befit of a God, I could have sung your praises till the day I'd wilt, with my legs becoming roots to make sure I'd never leave.

You knew that, and yet, you chose the path of a peasant, with no real friends at all.

Today, sitting on the bench, I have never been older, yet I've never felt so young. My scars may forever burn me yet they're the reason I go on.

And here, now, gazing over the sky that was once my limit, I thank you. I thank you for proving to me that no matter how awful the odds, I can persevere.

So hear my farewell, my brother and foe that I once held dear:

May your soul be filled with moss, and your veins fill with rainwater.
May your lungs burst with coal since you're heart swelled with burned clovers.
May your stuff be stolen with your own levels of selfishness and greed, and may your eternal sleep be restless, for you have only disturbed my peace.

You are our forever reminder that if the sun never sets, someone will come along to force an eclipse.

-Tommy