If he was washed away into the ground right now, not a trace left of him as the morning would come, Techno wouldn't complain. But of course that wouldn't happen, so for now the temporary numbness of his skin and the chill of his bones were enough to soothe the ache of life. Or 3 times Technoblade sits in the rain alone, and 1 time he didn't have to be alone. ••• Originally posted on my AO3, but I was interested what kind of feedback I would get from Wattpad, so I hope y'all enjoy. [[Edit July 1st 2022. Please consider donating to Sarcoma Cancer Research. https://www.curesarcoma.org/donate/ Rest In Peace king, you were a shining light to me for years]] [[Edit February 28th 2024. FUCK Wilbur, support victims. This fic is abt his character he played. I don't support real Wilbur in any fashion anymore! Justice for Shubble!]]