"Why am I here?" He asks out loud. Again, no one hears. He's then reminded of the deafening silence of the world. The solemn loneliness of the rolling hills stretches farther than the eye can see with no signs of human interference. These hills were his only company. He'd never seen the world outside his own bubble of youth. The emptiness of it all... it was shattering. Tommy had never been alone before. // TW! // originally posted on my AO3 and decided to put it here too :)) Original post: I have more stuff there and you can put requests on my request book or whateva https://archiveofourown.org/users/Somebody_Says_Something/works