You Are My Sunshine

As What Death Leaves Behind

"Goodbye ... Sunshine"

Wilbur quietly shut Tommy's bedroom door. Jeez, he was already crying. He picked up a pen and paper and began writing

Im sorry mom and dad. Tommy too, you were my sunshine. The one who brought light to my world, the one who gave me the courage to get up every morning

A teardrop appeared on the paper.

Im sorry, I was never enough for you lot. You guys meant the world to me, but the world has been so cruel towards me. If Tommy hates me, I'll forgive him, because I hate myself too. Please protect him... My little sunshine.

-The Moon

He secured the letter, and swiftly grabbed his car keys. Looked at Tommy's bedroom window one more time, and entered the car. His knuckles were white as he grasped the steering wheel. He doesn't care if he's being loud or not, he's not coming back anyways, he's gonna be dead.

He drove until the sun came up, shining as bright as ever. The colors reminded him of Tommy. Red, orange, yellow, and pink are all mixed together making a charming appeal, the sun big and boisterous like Tommy. God did he miss Tommy. Maybe this is a sign he should go back, pretend it never happened. No... His parents are probably awake by now, searching for him, confused. He's already in deep shit (not like he wasn't already ... emotionally) Tommy would hate him anyways, if he came back, He'll never forgive him. It's okay.

He finally drove up to the gas station, because he was beginning to be low on fuel (and you need fuel to drive, duh) so.. He went to the gas pumps and filled it up. He began walking inside. 

"Good morning sir," said a high-pitched voice. He had black hair covered up by a beanie, his eyes were a dark chocolate brown. 

"Good morning- uhh do you know how to make coffee?" trying to sound smooth.

 "Uh.. yeah?" replied the short guy, looking amused. 

"Great, now can you help me?" jeez, he sounded REALLY brainless right now, he internally facepalmed. 

"Yeah sure!" he smiled. "Soo you put this in the cup..." it looked like a dark liquid "OH YEAH!" the guy said, interrupting his rambling about coffee "do you like your coffee hot or cold?" he asked

 "uh... Hot" 

 "great. Now you put the sugar in here.. Bam! And the creamer... then you stir!" he explained it as if Wilbur were 5 years old learning how to spell... But he didn't complain. The cashier walked back to his... stand?

Wilbur bought some air-heads because... well he didn't wanna seem suspicious... for some reason. 

"So... Quackity" He gestured to his name tag "You seem rather... cool" he punched himself internally. "and I was wondering if I could have your number- just as friends! Nothing weird haha". That seemed to peak Quackitys interest 

"Definitely man!", he punched his number into his phone and they said their goodbyes.

Well... I guess a friendship wasted, he feels kind of bad getting quackitys hopes up. Because Wilbur won't be here anymore so what's the point in that? Maybe he should apologize later.

 He started to drive again. He turned the radio on, and played Los Campesinos! He and Tommy used to jam out to this all of the time, screaming the lyrics as loud as they could during night drives, but time runs out eventually. Gosh- he should stop being so sad, Tommy would probably be saying "Stop being so sad you little bitch, smile for me... yeah?". And so he does, he smiles. He smiles even when he hears honking toward him, and sees the car. He smiles when his eardrums ring, he smiles. As What Death Leaves Behind fades through.