Something is off

That's Weird... Oh well

TW:
Derealization
Panic attacks
Yelling
"Gas lighting?" (Idk)

Tommy's POV:

"No! Why did you do this!" I yell, me and Tubbo are having another argument about... Ranboo. It's been 2 months, I miss them. "It wasn't my choice! Why don't you understand that!?" Tubbo shouts at me. "You made the choice to reveal Ranboo's secret! You don't have anything to hide behind!" I shout back.

"You don't know what it's like to be separated from society! I was so alone when I was young! Because I was different?! You always had friends when we were young!" Tubbo yells. "You don't know what Ranboo's been through!" I yell, walking closer. "How do you know I don't!?" Tubbo yells.

Right after he said that he covered his mouth. "What-what do you mean?" I ask, taken a back. "It's- um... Nothing, I-I don't know why I said that" Tubbo says, very quickly, walking away. "No! You don't just get to say that and walk away!" I yell. Tubbo looks at me, but doesn't say anything. But it looks like he's about to cry-?

Tubbo's POV:

I run away from Tommy, I can't believe I just said that! I run into my room and lock the door, leaning against it. I fall to the floor and start crying. So much has been happening these past months, I'm so overwhelmed and this just made it worse.

I hear Tommy knocking on the door, but I ignore it. I can't look at him right now. Why can't things go back to how they were before. Before Ranboo snuck out, before I met Tommy, before that one day in my childhood. The last day I ever felt normal.

Tommy doesn't know how I feel. He just assumes that I don't care about Ranboo. I do, I met them first, I was friends with them first, and yet Tommy acts like I don't know them! I can't stand this anymore. I don't want to keep pretending that everything is "fine". That I'm "fine".

This doesn't feel real. My room doesn't feel... real. I don't feel real. I-I can't breathe. I can't see. I can't think. I-I can't do anything. Tommy keeps knocking on my door... but it feels so... far... away. I wish this was a dream. I wish this wasn't real.

I wish it was just me and Tommy again. I wish I was normal. I wish I didn't have to hide. I wish-I wish-I wish I could just stop. Why can't I just stop. Why does nothing ever seen to just- stop.

I "wake up" to Tommy basically trying to break my door down. I touch my face and realize I had been crying... Isn't that funny. I look at my clock to see it's been about 20 minutes... weird, but... it's not important. I stand up, look in the mirror and fix my face and hair.

After about 5 more minutes. I open my door to see Tommy still knocking. He was caught off guard by me opening the door. "Tubbo! Are you ok?" Tommy asks. "Yeah. Why? Are you?" I ask with a joking tone, laughing to myself. Tommy just stands there, shocked. "Are-are you sure? You seemed pretty upset and you've been in there for a while" he says.

I walk away, still talking to him. "Yeah, I don't know what you're talking about, but I feel great!" I say turning around to look at him, smiling. "Umm... Ok?" Tommy says confused. I clap my hands together, "Well, do you feel better? You should be able to go home!" I say, still smiling.

"Um... Yeah, I do" Tommy says, messing with his hands. "That's great! Come on, let's get you packed up and in your own house!" I say, walking away. Tommy follows behind me, still looking a bit nervous. But... That doesn't bother me.

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A/N:
So um... Turns out Charlotte Dobre talking about bridezillas is very motivating. Idk how much I like this chapter. So what are y'alls opinions. I might delete it or change some parts to maybe make me like it more. But if y'all don't seem to care. Than I might not. Welp. Bye!