Realms SMP Ships

Left Us (Rage x Tim)

Tim stared at his brother, watching him grab water from the fridge. Rage felt eyes on him, and when he noticed his brother looking at him, he asked, "Why are you looking at me, Tim?"

Tim only shook his head in response and looked away. "You okay?" Rage asks.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Tim said with a low tone. Rage knew instantly that something is wrong. Seeing his brother's expression and the not-so-good tone in his voice is enough for him to know.

"Okay. Something is up." He said and sat down next to Tim on the couch.

His brother looked at him confused, "Huh?"

"What is up?" Tim asked.

"What is up with you, Tim? You don't seem so happy right now." Rage said.

"What do you mean? I literally said I'm fine." Tim replied.

"Should've used the right tone so I wouldn't suspect you weren't fine. Because with the tone in your voice earlier when you said you're fine, it sounds like you aren't."

"C'mon, Tim. We're brothers. You can tell me anything."

Tim looked down and sighed. "I wanted to ask you something." He says.

"What's up?"

"T-this is going to sound really dark.. but okay. Let's pretend I'm almost passing away, what would you tell me for the last time?" He asked.

Rage is stunned. "Woah there. What are you talking about?"

"What would you say?" Tim asked, again.

"Don't say that, Tim. You are creeping me out." Rage is getting really concerned.

"Don't worry. This doesn't mean anything.. I'm just, I don't know. Really curious to know what you'd say if I d*ed." Tim said.

"Tim, are you sure you're okay?" "Yes."

"I don't know, just from your questions you seem like you're planning something we all know we wouldn't like.."

"Just tell me what you'd say Rage. I promise I'll stop being creepy after you answer my question."

"O-okay.. I guess. I don't really know why you are asking me such things but..."

Rage cleared his throat. "Um.. I, first and foremost, would definitely say that you are such an amazing brother. You are the best little brother I could ask for." Tim smiled at Rage's words.

"I'd mention some of the best memories we have made together. How much you have helped me in my life."

"Thank you so much for that, Rage." Tim said.

"I don't know why you asked me that, but you insisted so.. I guess there's your answer."

"Did you mean everything that you said, tho? When you said that I am such an amazing brother?" Tim asked, and Rage smiled while nodding.

"Of course, Tim. I never say this to you, but you are an amazing brother. My life wouldn't be the same if you weren't born." Rage says.

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Rage's tears couldn't stop flooding down his cheeks. The pain he is feeling is too much. The sky seemed to be crying too, as the clouds' tears came raining down harshly on their roof.

The cries and whines of his family members and relatives are heard around him. Everyone's hearts screaming one name, Tim.

Why didn't he tell him? He could've helped him. Why didn't Tim ask for help?

The coffin is being buried down, 6 feet from the ground. Inside is where Tim's lifeless body lies. He looked peacefully sleeping, and sadly, he is never waking up from his deep slumber.

I remember when you asked me that question. What was I going to say to you for the last time when you're gone.

I remember cluelessly answering your question. But the feelings of worry and concern is already present in that moment, yet you always tell me that you were fine. No, Tim. You weren't fine.

I remember the way you stared at me, blank expression present in your face. I know something is clouding your mind. I know something is bothering you. Yet you wouldn't tell me.

I remember starting to call and text you more frequently. I know it annoyed you, but I just want to make sure you were okay. You said you are, but you aren't.

I remember the night when I called you. You were crying when you answered. I was extremely worried. I asked you what is wrong, and all you said was, "I don't know. I don't know what is wrong with me."

I tried to ask you what exactly happened, but you wouldn't answer. There is nothing I could do but just to say everything will be okay. Obviously, it didn't.

Everything isn't okay. You aren't okay, and you never asked for help. You should've told someone. You should've told me. I could've helped you. But you didn't. Why, Tim. Why?

We are brothers. We are supposed to be here for each other. I know I am here for you. I know I told you so many times that you can talk to me anytime. I will listen.

You left us. And you are never coming back.

We, mom and dad, our aunts and uncles, our cousins, our grandparents, our friends, me, we will all miss you. So much.

You are never alone, Tim. You are surrounded with so many people who loved you, cared for you. But your mind says otherwise.

May your soul and troubled mind be finally at peace. Even though you aren't here with us physically, I know you will still be in our hearts. That is enough for us to feel that you are still here.

I hope your lost and wandering soul be guided from the good ones up there with you. May you finally be happy. We love you, Tim.

"May he rest in peace."

heyyyy. i had a mental breakdown last night for no flippin reason and after crying, tons and tons of oneshot ideas flooded in my mind. i legit listed almost 20 ideas in my notes, so i guess.. thank you sadness for making me cry last night. :/