Was this...guilt?
The feeling...the emotion he had felt before in his young life?
The guilt while he watched his country get blown up to the ground.
The guilt while he watched his own best friend exile him.
The guilt of not letting go of Wilbur.
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Was it really that kind of guilt? No. No it wasn't. It was different, and he didn't understand it. It was confusing, it didn't make sense, It didn't make any sense-
Did it really had to make any sense? Tommy didn't know.
He didn't know what to do. He should be able to let go. That's what he should be doing!
But he obviously couldn't. The only thing he knew was that he couldn't. He dreamed, he saw, he remembered, he lived those moments. He felt fear, happiness, anger, sadness. Didn't his feelings matter too? Surely he wasn't overdramatic, right?
He just couldn't get over them, even though they were now over.
When he thought about it, which happens most of the time if you leave him alone to overthink, he missed those moments. Those moments that only he could give him, when they were close friends...
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Dream wasn't his friend, he never was. He just used him... He just used him to get something. He used everyone! And yet he still wondered why people were against him.
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c!TommyInnit angst stories
Fanfic꧁꧂ short stories that don't make sense because i'm trying to exercise writing again and trying different methods of writing while songs give me inspiration. why c!Tommy? bcs I miss him and bcs I personally love his lore and character in dsmp I think...
