Twenty Days

//tw suicidal thoughts
Tubbo's body trembled, possibly from the cold, possibly from the fear, possibly from the possibility of freedom, of flight, that lay before him...

Tubbo's first birthday without Tommy could also be his last.

Tubbo stood, walking towards the edge of the cliff, heaving his leg over the fence so that he stood past the fence so that if he ever decided to jump, there wouldn't be a piece of wood blocking him from doing that.

Now that he thought about it, dying here would be poetic. Dying on the day he turned seventeen. Dying where he had felt the most joy, the most warmth. Dying the same way Tommy did. Dying to join Tommy up there in the skies, the two of them, together, forever.

A soulmate is meant to accompany one for life. But when they are torn apart, both begin to break. One in particular breaks more.