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chapter seven

it was october 26th, everyone seemed to be in such a dull mood today. wilbur didn't exactly understand why, or how everyone was. but he didn't question it. maybe he missed something.

his younger blonde friend never showed up, so he moved along with his day, and arrived at his favorite coffee shop. the last time he was there was about three days ago. when he entered, the atmosphere felt odd. the place was filled up a little more than usual. wilbur was slightly confused but didn't question anything. so he walked up to ranboo, who's eyes were clearly puffy. he smiled at the older man and sighed heavily.

"hey wilbur, do you want the usual?" ranboo smiled slightly. wilbur nodded, as he wanted to ask if the younger was okay.

"ranboo are you okay?" wilbur looked at him with concern. ranboo nodded as he was making wilbur's coffee, and he turned to look at the older man.

"yeah...today's just been a hard day. almost all of my friends are here today, cause after this we're all gonna dedicate today to our friend." ranboo smiled sadly. wilbur nodded sadly as he looked around the cafe. he instantly recognized some people.

there was tubbo in a booth with two other individuals, a guy who seemed bald, and a girl with extremely long hair and a beanie on. he didn't recognize those two. he then seen dream and george, with three other individuals, a pretty short guy, with a lafd beanie, a taller guy wearing a sweater, and a average guy, who was wearing a purple balenciaga sweater, which seemed to be overpriced. wilbur scanned the room and recognized a few more people.

ranboo finished making the man's coffee and he thanked him. he found an empty spot to sit in to enjoy his coffee, but he couldn't help but be curious. he instantly felt horrible for everyone who knew this person. before he knew it, he looked out the window and seen the younger blonde across the street, just watching him. he was stood there frozen, and it seemed like he had been crying. wilbur didn't want this to happen with his friend. so he got up, finished his coffee and thanked the younger brunette. he bolted out the door towards tommy.

"tommy! are you okay? you seemed like you were crying" wilbur asked concerned. tommy didn't answer as he continued to look over at the cafe. and so he instantly burst into tears. wilbur thought he knew the person that everyone in the cafe did. so wilbur consoles tommy.

"im very sorry about your loss tommy..." wilbur frowned. tommy stopped crying for a second, and he looked up to wilbur.

"i didn't lose anyone..." tommy frowned. he looked over at the cafe and started walking towards it. wilbur followed afterwards even thought he already had been in the cafe two seconds ago. wilbur opened the door for the younger, and followed him inside. tommy stood in the middle as no one glanced up at him. he scanned everyone's faces and looked like he wanted to burst out in tears. he sighed heavily and looked around him. and so tommy walked towards wilbur. tommy stopped himself front of him and looked at him dead in the eye.

"wilbur. im gonna leave this place. but im going to tell you now. if you don't see me again, don't worry. i will be safe and at a better place. don't try looking for me, don't try looking up my name, don't try anything, i promise you, im completely going to be fine." tommy simply stated. wilbur's eyes widened as he looked at the younger boy.

"w-what?!" was all wilbur could've uttered out. tommy looked at the man with such somber in his eyes.

"thank you wilby...thank you for changing my life." tommy simply put, and he hugged the taller man tightly. wilbur hugged him back as tightly as he can. he still didn't understand what the younger meant. But he knew he can trust him. tommy smiled at the taller man and walked away.

wilbur was extremely confused. he decided to walk into the cafe again, and walked towards ranboo.

"hey ranboo, do you know that blonde kid?" wilbur asked curiously. ranboo raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"uhh, what do you mean?" ranboo was confused, what blonde kid? wilbur shook his head.

"do you know tommy?" wilbur asked again. ranboo's eyes dropped. he frowned. he sighed deeply.

"yeah i did...he was one of my best friends, and he was such a kind person." ranboo smiled sadly. wilbur nodded slowly. ranboo started to cry. wilbur didn't understand why he was crying.

"but today is about him. last year, he killed himself. he jumped off a rooftop, on meridan ave" ranboo simply explained. wilbur's eyes widened as big as saucers. this news didn't make sense at all. that was the exact same rooftop that tommy saved him from killing himself. wilbur grabbed onto the counter.

what does he mean? tommy killed himself? that makes no sense. i was just talking to him

nonononono

this can't be true. it can't be true at all. he's perfectly fine. he's safe. he's alive and well.

he's not dead. he's not dead.

HE'S NOT DEAD.

stop it. this has to be some type of cruel joke..
this can't be true.

how could someone, be so happy, and so kind, be so sad and miserable that they felt that suicide was the only answer.

tommy.

why did you lie to me?

why did you try to help me?

but most importantly..

why did you kill yourself?