Mcyt- Oneshots (at least thats what is planned)

Dreambur- Independence or Death

"Independence or death!"
Dream stops listening after this sentence. A small twist in his stomach. Unsureness.
Does he really want to do it?
He has to.
Even though he doesn't want to.
They'll all survive.
He smiles. Then he sets the tnt on fire.
Tommy's eyes widen, Tubbo screams.
They all start to run. Out of L'Manburg.
Except Wilbur.
He stands still.
Eyes glued on Dream but no movement.
Dreams eyes go wide. He tries to storm forward but is held back by Sapnap and George.
Everything explodes.

He remembers the times he was with him.
Before the war.
The sitting in a tree just enjoying the nature. The shy kiss he gave as he revealed his true feelings.
The happiness when Wilbur told him he felt the same.
The nights together spent in the same bed mostly at Dreams place.
The day when it went down.
Wilbur telling him he wanted to make an own nation.
The thoughts.
Was he not good enough?
Did he do something wrong?
He actually never found out what the reason was.
And he will never find out.
The fights they had about L'Manburg.
The space between them not even a touch.
The last fight that led to the war.
The last time they have met privately.
The first time not only words hurted.
Did he slapped Wilbur first?
He doesn't remember.
But he remembers the eyes.
The way they looked at him.
And then.
"I don't think we were meant to be."
Pain
Till today.

The explosion hits and everything is flying around. Clouds of dust are everywhere and from everywhere you hear things hit the ground.
Then it's silent.
He can see again.
The broken buildings. Nothing is left.
His eyes scan the ground.
Then he sees him.
His head turned 180°. Everywhere blood.
The left arm in an angle that wasn't normal.
The hair grey.
This time noone stops him.
Arms wrap around the dead man.
Someone searching for a pulse....
And finding....

None.
He is gone.
An animal like loud cry filled with pain.
Noone goes near him.
Even his brother stays away. Breaking down next to Tubbo.
The son of the fallen man turns around.
Going his way to gather everything for a furnale.

He is gone.
And won't come back.
The last words he has said to him were
'I hate you'.
And it can't be taken back.