Letter to Mr. President/ Dead Friend

Tommy stared down at the piece of paper in his hands. If this would be the last thing he ever said to Mr. President, then he wanted to make it count. Heat bubbled around him, making his clothes stick to his skin. Closing his eyes and taking a breath, he put his quill to the paper.

"Dear Mr. President,

How have you been? I've been kinda lonely. The days here go by so slowly..."
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Tubbo sat at his wooden desk, filing through his papers. He sighed, laying his head on his hands. Being President was hard. Then his eyes caught the parchment that he'd left out earlier. For his letter. Maybe... if Tommy wouldn't see him, maybe he'd read his letter? Slowly he grabbed his quill again, and taking a breath he pressed it to the paper.

"I miss you.

The memories of us when we were younger keep coming back. I want to come tell you, but I'm sure you're alright..."
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Or

Tommy is in exile, and Tubbo is in L'manburg and they each write a letter. For very different reasons. This is based off my interpretation of the songs Letter to Mr. President by Kanaya and Letter to a Dead Friend by Precious Jewel Amor.