"Im sorry" A blonde boy spoke to his best friend. They had been arguing, the boy had tried telling the brunette boy about how he had felt sorrow since his brother died. The brunette just didn't listen, he told the blonde how it was his fat his brother was gone. The blonde believed him, he shouldn't have, but he did.
He had spent countless days up in bed, spinning around, hundreds of nightmares visiting and refusing to go away. He just wanted everything to go back to normal. The poor blonde boy looked over at the brunette; "I wish I could have stopped it." He said, letting out a soft sob. The brunette stood up, standing over the boy.
"I wish you would have. It's your fucking fault he's dead. If you hadn't left the stupid door open, he would have had time to leave and survive. It's your fault Wilbur's gone." He said. There had been a fire, a gas fire caused from the barbecue that was in the back yard on the porch. The back door had been left open, assumingely from the blonde. The fire had spread fairly quickly throughout the house, but the poor older boy had been sleeping. He hadn't woken to the alarms going off. He woke up too late.
The blonde hung his head, still sobbing uncontrollably. "I said I was sorry." He said through tears.
"Sorry won't bring Wilbur back Tommy."
"I know Tubbo, I know." The blonde boy stood up and wiped his tears. He grabbed his shoes and coat, leaving the brunettes house. He had apologized so many times for forgetting to shut the door, he hadn't remembered if it was even him who opened it. He just felt sad, too sad to think.
He wasn't paying attention when he crossed the road, he walked to a cross walk, it wasn't time to go. But the boys head was hung so low he didn't notice a car coming from both directions. He walked across, only making it to the middle before his body got filled with a terrorizing pain. He had blacked out, but he still felt everything.
What felt like a few moments to the boy, was really hours before he woke up. He looked around, taking in his surroundings before realizing he was in a hospital bed. He saw the brunette boy looking through the door ahead. That boy was all he could see. He felt a tear drip down his cheek as he looked around more. He looked at the boy once again, seeing countless tears fall down his face, all the way to the floor. That was the last thing the blonde boy saw, before everything went black once again.
He opened his eyes, and there stood in front of him was his older brother. Down below the brunette boy had been screaming, the blonde didn't know what was going on; he was too happy to see his brother to realize he was gone. The brunette tried to walk into the hospital room, to see the blonde one last time, but kept being pulled away by doctors. The screams and cries got louder, loud enough the blonde over heard them from above.
The blondes brother put his hand on his shoulder, telling him everything was okay. Telling him; his death wasn't his fault. Telling him; he loved him no matter what.
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TWO HUNDRED VIEWS ALREADY? WHAT??