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"I want to apologize-" wilbur reached for Tommy's hand, he smacked it away.
"No, you dont. You just want to pretend you never did anything to me. You just want to pretend like none of this ever happened..." Tommy's eyes stung. His whole body hurt, and he just felt like curling up and crying. Is this what it feels like to be at your breaking point? When you feel like dissapearing and screaming your lungs out, until you collapse in a puddle of tears and insecurities and sadness and.. and... his eyes sting again, as tears try to force their ways out. Tommy feels a hand on his shoulder, and looks back up into Wilbur's concerned face,
"Tommy... are you ok?" his voice is laced with concern, but Tommy can't help but feel he's being mocked. "Why don't you come back with me?"
"Go back where?" Tommy sniffed, and wiped his face with his sleeve
"Pogtopia." He froze at that. Anywhere but there, he can't go back, not now. It would completely destroy him.
"I-i think im good." Tommy tried a small smile at Wilbur, "I think I'll just go on a walk or something."
"I can go with you," Wilbur offered, "you look like you could use some company." Tommy shook his head,
"I need to be alone for a bit." he cringed at the sad look wilbur gave him from being rejected. Wilbur sighed, and stepped back.
"Alright. I'll be in pogtopia if you need me." Tommy nodded as he watched Wilbur walk away.
As soon as Wilbur had gone though, Tommy had regretted asking him to leave. Now, without Wilbur there to distract him, all of his thoughts hit him at full blast. A sob tore its way out of his throat, he fell to the ground. His head was spinning and his throat felt like it was on fire.
"Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me?" was the only thing he could say between sobs, and screams. He hated this. He just wanted to be warm, and safe, with people that loved him. Not alone in dark cold forest, where everyone hates him, everyone thinks he's annoying. They kicked him out, tried to kill him, it just- He just wanted to feel safe...
But... that wasn't exactly possible here. There was always some sort of war, or fight going on. There was never any kind of peace anymore. As much as he loved chaos... this was too much. He wasn't sure what to do anymore, there wasn't much he *could* do without angering someone.
run away, said a small voice in his head. It was tempting but....
no.. I cant
why not?
This is my home...
Is it though?
That thought hit hard. How long had it been since he felt like he was at home, here. Home is where you feel safe, right?
Without thinking tommy got up, and ran as fast as his legs could take him, not knowing where he'd go.