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chapter eight

wilbur was overwhelmed with shock. he just couldn't believe it. a kid, that he had grew a bond with, just ended up being a dead kid. maybe even his own hallucinations, just to show how incredibly fucking insane he's gotten. but even then, it all still felt so real.

wilbur dropped to the ground. he genuinely couldn't believe it. the happiest, and most annoyingest, but kindest kid he knew, ended being dead. because he killed himself. he couldn't stop crying. the tears were overflowing, as his heart was twisting and turning with the tightness of pain. he felt a heavy weight pull onto his heart, threatening to tear and rip it apart more than it already had. ranboo ran around the counter and held the man closely. he didn't understand why this man was sobbing so much. maybe he knew tommy and didn't know he killed himself until today. or maybe he's an overly emotional man.

wilbur felt like he was drowning in his tears. he couldn't breathe, he couldn't talk, he was basically immobile. he wanted nothing but to talk to the blonde more than anything.

at this point everyone was watching this scene all happen. ranboo was consoling the older man, who was on his knees, in shambles. the teenager was tearing up, as he watched his favorite customer in such pain. he kept rubbing circles along his back, and kept telling him it would be okay.

soon enough, everyone in that cafe was crying. wilbur had caused a chain reaction of everyone crying. crying for the long lost teenager boy. crying at the fact, that he felt so desperate, and so depressed, that he felt no other choice that he felt that he had to end his life. in the whole month that wilbur had gotten to know tommy, he grew to learn how to love life again. that kid taught him so many good things, to enjoy life, to love others around him, to learn how to be happy again. but most of all, tommy taught him to love himself again.

and now he finds out that he was actually dead. this entire time.

and wilbur couldn't comprehend which was harder, tommy being dead this entire time, or the fact that wilbur will never see him again. he'll never get to have a conversation with him ever again. he'll never get to laugh with him again. they'll never be able to go on random adventures.

and that hurt wilbur deeply.

wilbur finally calmed down slightly as he took a deep breath after crying so harshly. his eyelids were swollen from the fierce sobs. he looked up at ranboo, nose sniffling.

"how'd you know tommy?" wilbur asked the teen. ranboo looked at the man in slight shock, then he sighed sadly.

"we met here. it was when i barely started working here, and he just came in one day. we started a conversation, and from there we were good friends. he would come in every single day, just for no reason, just to talk to me and to have a conversation. and he did that for two years, until he never did again. we hung out a few times outside of here, and we played Minecraft together. those were the funniest two years of my life with him. and ill always miss him. it's always the ones you least expect." ranboo briefly explained as he tearfully thought about the blonde boy.

"tommy was my best friend since we were tots" a voice behind wilbur said. he turned around to tubbo. the brunette was crying through his words.

"we met on our primary school's playground, and from there we were the bestest of friends. and as we got older, we used to annoy the shit out of dream. it got so bad to the point where dream would hide tommy's favorite discs, and it started this whole funny war. it all happened when we were 16-17 years old, but those were some of the funniest years of my time with tommy. he always made me smile, and always made me laugh. he had such a kind heart. we would just sit in the butterfly pavilion and sit on one of the benches and watch the butterflies fly free." tubbo smiled through his tears. smiling at the fond memories, wishing his best friend was still here.

"tommy was a real pain in the ass sometimes, but he was a good kid. he was never a bad kid" another voice said, and wilbur turned to see dream talking. he was sniffling, as his fiancee was rubbing his back.

"when i met him, he and tubbo would always try to play dumb pranks on me. i eventually took his favorite discs, and i would hide them repeatedly, it became this funny joke between us. he would always vandalize my shops, but he was always kind to the pets. he always came in and fed them and helped us out with them. when he died, his parents didn't want to take care of his dog, Betty. so we took her in for him, and we took just as much care of her, just as he did with the other pets. when you adopted her, it was the saddest day for me, after tommy died. it felt like we lost a piece of him. it felt like we genuinely, completely lost him. and nothing hurt more than that. but we know that you would take great care of her. she deserves it." dream sniffled through his tears. he smiled at the brunette kneeled on the floor, and soon enough, more people were talking ab their experiences with the teen boy.

tommy had impacted so many people lives, when he was alive, he helped people out, not just people but even animals. he was a kind soul. wilbur wished he could've experienced the young teen when he was alive. that blonde kid, had completely changed his life and saved him. he was utterly grateful for him.

"so how do you know tommy?" ranboo asked curiously. wilbur gave him a sad smile. he took a deep breath in.

"he saved my life. i almost killed myself, and he saved me. and he made the effort to make me realize that it wasn't worth it." wilbur truthfully answered. that statement alone, made everyone in that cafe tear up.

wilbur looked around him, and wished that tommy could've seen all the lives he impacted. all the lives he had saved. wilbur wished that he could've told tommy 'thank you'

and he wished he could've told him, that he loved him. cause he saved him.

saved him when he couldn't save himself.