Missing A Holding Hand

Tommy seemed to frequently find himself here. Just a cliff, that had a very long drop. He would admire the sight most of the time. Tall, dark oak trees that stretched tall, with a baby blue sky and the sun shining brightly. Tommy's heart twinged with nostalgia.

He remembered when he first came here. He was young and his older brother, Technoblade, had brought him here, holding his hand tightly. Techno had said this place calmed his nerves, had made Techno feel safe. Tommy agreed, gripping his older brothers hand tighter.
Tommy's hand now felt bare and empty without someone's hand to hold, he felt unsafe even. The forests beauty was intoxicating, Tommy stepped closer to the edge of the cliff.

He missed his older brother. He wanted Techno back. He wanted to sit on the edge of the cliff with him, hands held tightly so they didn't fall together.

But he didn't have his brothers hand to keep him safe anymore. He had no one. Tommy had nothing. Tommy was scared and alone.

Tommy stumbled. He only registered the situation until he was falling. He didn't mind, though. He would be engulfed in the forests beauty. He would be safe there.

Maybe, in another life, Tommy and Techno could have been friends. Could have been brothers, again. But it wasn't possible, in this life. Tommy closed his eyes as he fell. Maybe, if he hadn't been missing a holding hand, he wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe, just maybe, he would have been happy.