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All in one rainy night

The day that Tommy was born, the world seemed to weep.

Mother had a very difficult pregnancy when she had Wilbur. To be honest, it was a miracle that the two of them were able to coexist.

Then, she got pregnant with Tommy, and everyone was happy. Happy and terrified. Happy that they were getting another member of their growing family, and terrifying because...because it most likely meant that their family would get a little smaller. If they were really unlucky, then neither Mother nor Tommy will leave the delivery room alive.

Wilbur thanked every God out there that his baby brother, his life, his world, managed to leave the delivery room as healthy as could be. Was he upset—devastated, even—when he discovered that his mother had left this world?  Of course—what child wouldn't? Yet, when he held the small bundle of blankets with thin strands of golden hair and eyes that reminded Wilbur of the bluest diamond, his broken heart had mended, just a bit.

He had lost one world and gained another, all in one rainy night.

~<•>~

When Tommy said his first word, the world seemed to weep.

Tommy was barely a year old. He was playing with Wilbur, babbling happily and filling the dreary room the way that only Tommy could.

When Father had called for Wilbur in the other room, Wilbur called for his nanny, Technoblade, to keep an eye on the infant for a minute. As Wilbur left the room, he heard his baby brother cry, and call his name.

Well, he tried his best to.

Wilbur had become Wilby, all in one rainy night.

~<•>~

When Tommy took his first steps, the world seemed to weep.

Tommy was pulling himself up around the coffee table and the couches, babbling happily to Father and Technoblade.

When Wilbur walked in the room, Tommy had happily cheered Wilburs name, and started walking towards him.

He fell halfway through, but that didn't stop the determined golden-haired infant, since he crawled his way to his brother instead.

Wilbur couldn't keep the proud smile off his face.

Tommy had truly started growing up, all in one rainy night.

~<•>~

When Tommy joined the militia, the world wept.

There had been threats of an oncoming war, and the kingdom had to form a militia out of able-bodied men and teens, just in case. Wilbur and Technoblade had to join, due to their ages, and fifteen-year-old Tommy, always trying to be like his brother, lied about his age, and joined the militia alongside them.

Wilbur was unhappy, but Technoblade was proud.

Tommy became an adult, all in one rainy night.

~<•>~

When Tommy fell, Wilbur wept.

The war was brutal, and Wilbur and Technoblade left with their fair share of wounds, some worse than others.

They were going to go home.

But then, in one last act of defiance, an enemy's last bit of strength was used to shoot an arrow in Tommy's heart.

Wilbur held his baby brother, tears staining his dirty cheeks. His few golden strands turned into hundreds—possibly thousands—longer with a slight curl, like his older brother.

Wilbur watched as Tommy's eyes—the bluest diamonds he's ever seen—turned into the color of storm clouds.

Wilbur watched as Tommy's ever-present mischievous grin was wept off his face.

Wilbur watched as the warmth Tommy always seemed to radiate get stolen away.

Wilbur, just like he watched his brother take his first breath, watched his brother take his last.

Tommy grew ice-cold in his brothers arms, and the sun shone brighter than any summer day.

~<•>~

603 words

Im totally over Passerine, cant you tell?

Idk what prompted me to write this, but here ya go