Just your regular old day in Exile. Completely alone. I know an handful of people who would enjoy being by themselves. I am definitely not one of them. I just get up and walk around for something to do, every day, in this hell. I sit up and sit on one of the chairs I built. Because, hell, I have the time. I sit and stare at the ocean. It's one of the only things I enjoy here.
"Tommy." I move my head towards the voice slowly. I am worried it's going to be the person who hurt me again. I can't deal with it again. The person I looked at wasn't who I expected. It was the person for who I sacrificed myself for.
"What do you need, Ranboo." I say as I look into his face. I never can bring myself to look him in his eyes. I stand up and point at a tree stump for him to sit on.
"I didn't need anything, I-I just wanted to check up on you." He says while staring at me with a guilty stare.
"I have been doing the best I can do Ranboo." I say while shaking my head and put a hand over my eyes. "Thank you Ranboo." I say still with my hand over my eyes.
"For what? I should be apologzing to you. You took the blame for me. There was evidence in court that I destroyed George's house too and you took the blame. I will owe you forever for that. I am sorry for this. Exile sounds like hell." He says with a confused tone. Ranboo seems to be confused why I thanked him.
"I am thanking you for checking up on me. Ranboo, you don't deserve to be in isolation." I say looking at the ocean without looking at him.
We sit there in silence. Nothing to say to each other. But there was an unspoken understanding of guilt and pain. In the mist of things, I think we understand each other.
Then the emotions start to overflow again. At the worst moment. I put my knees up to my face and cry as silently as possible. I know Ranboo can hear it and it makes me cry even more. I feel a cold hand rubbing my back in slow motion. I lift my head to see ranboo silently rubbing his hand on my back and I can see tears forming in my eyes. They look like they are burning him. I lean back and think. What a fucked up pair are we?
