Tommy's POV
TW: bodies, crying, burials
After a few more minutes of crying, I sat up. If we left now we'd probably be able to bury the body before the sun came up.
I pushed Ranboo gently to wake xem up and then nudged Tubbo.
"We have to go bury him."
They nodded and wiped their tear stained faces.
Before standing up strong as ever.
"Let's get you back to camp." We hoisted him up off the ground and Ranboo wrapped their coat around him to hide the blood.
"We can just say he's drunk or something." He mumbled quietly. I nodded.
We walked back towards the cottage where we'd organised for us all to meet if we got split up.
We walked close to the clementine tree and began digging a deep hole.
Ranboo wandered away slightly and began to dig up flowers by their roots.
Later once we were done, we rolled Phil's body into the pit and covered him with dirt.
Ranboo began to replant the flowers on the grave, pouring some water from our water supply on each plant.
We sat in front of the grave for hours, watching as the sun rose and another day came.
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