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He’s standing at the edge of the crater, staring down at what once was his beloved country.
Something he fought for. Something he died for. Something he loved.
Now it’s gone. Like everything else he ever loved. His Wife, Fundy, Phil, Techno, Niki, …..Tommy. Wilbur will be gone soon, so it wouldn’t matter to think about all the shitty things of his life. And he does it anyways.
Because when did he ever listen to anyone reasonable.
He thinks about the people he has wronged. About what happened because of him. Who suffered because of him.
A lot of people did.
Fundy took his own life because of him. Tommy wanted to, and almost did.
Yes, he now knows what happened in exile.
He wishes he didn’t. He wishes Tommy never told him.
That he would still think that Dream is the good guy. His savior. His hero. But he isn’t. And Wilbur is ashamed of the fact that he once thought that.
Wilbur is the cause of everyone’s problems. But today, that will stop. Or at least he won’t be there to make things worse.
They will be happy.
They will heal.
He’s standing at the edge of the cliff, with tears rolling down his face and falling into the crater that once was his beloved country.
The wind was strong today. It was pulling at him, as if it was trying to get him away from the cliff.
But when did he ever listen to anyone reasonable.
So he took another small step forward. To his inevitable death.
The wind grew stronger. Basically screaming at him to go home, away from the killer of his life. But he had no home. No one he could still call family, because he ruined them all. All of their lives.
He breathes in. The fresh air filling his lounges swiftly. His last breath.
The wind suddenly stops. As if time itself stopped. As if death itself hold its breath to watch Wilbur release his last.
Suddenly he hears a voice.
Left unheard if there would have been any wind. But there wasn’t. So he heard the whispered words.
“Wilbur?”
He didn’t want to turn around. To see who interrupted him. But he still did. And oh god did he wish he didn’t.
Standing there, a few feet away from him, was none other then Tommy.
Loud, energetic, rude, destructive Tommy. Littered with scares and bandages, that Wilbur caused, a white streak in his hair, because Wilbur didn’t help him, hunched in on himself and whispering in a small voice, because Wilbur wasn’t there for him. His blue eyes are duller now, not filled with sparkles of excitement and mischief, like they were before, but with sparkles non the less.
Because they were tears. He was crying. Over him. Wilbur. The person who hurt him the most. Ironic.
“Wilbur.” He tried again, a bit louder this time, hoping to get a reaction other then pure shock. “Yes?” Wilbur asked after a few seconds of silence. “What- What are you doing?”
Silly question. Tommy knew the answer. They both knew why he was at the edge of a cliff. There aren’t many reasons for someone to be at a place like this in the middle of the night.
“What do you think I’m doing?” He snapped back, not really sure why he was so stubborn in giving Tommy a proper answer.
“I think you’re trying to- do something you will regret.”
Wilbur scoffed. “Already did a lot of those.” His voice softened. “Just go back home Toms, please. I don’t want to hurt you again.”
Now it was Tommy’s turn to scoff at him. “How do you think I will feel if I go back to bed, knowing that when I wake up the next morning, you are dead.” Wilbur looked to the ground, not wanting to see the overwhelming emotions in Tommy’s eyes.
“I was going for relief, honestly.”
The poor attempt at a joke fell flat.
Tommy was silent.
He didn’t dare to look at Tommy, too scared of what he would see in his eyes. Anger? Sadness? Fear? Disgust? Happiness? He didn’t know which of these options were the ones he hoped to achieve, or which was the worse.
They just stood there for what felt like years. Maybe just a few minutes or even seconds but every moment, every breath, felt like months.
Finally Tommy spoke up “That’s dumb.”
Confused, Wilbur looked up, and what he saw broke his heart.
Tommy, his little brother, standing a few feet away, wiping aggressively at his face to hide the massive amounts of tears spilling out of his eyes, mixing with snot from his running nose into his sweater.
It looked like the one Wilbur wore.
“Tommy, are you ok?” He knew it was a dumb question.
“No, of course I’m not fucking ok, Wil.” Tommy snapped back. It was something he did often, or at least he did when Wilbur was around, resorting to some sort of aggression when his emotions became too much to handle.
“Sorry. Do you want me to go?” He asked in a small voice, dreading the answer he was sure he would get.
But tonight, nothing went as planned.
“NO. No. Please. Don’t go.” Tommy instantly replied, going one step closer in Wilbur’s direction. “Not again. Don’t- Don’t leave me again. Please…”
The brunette wanted nothing more then to run up to the boy and hug him, and never let him go again.
The wind picked up again, trying desperately to get Wilbur away from the edge and closer to Tommy.
But he couldn’t.
He wronged and hurt him so much that his presence couldn’t bring comfort. So he stayed where he was, staring at a crying Tommy.
“Say it.” Tommy said suddenly.
“What?“
“Say you won’t leave.”
Oh.
Oh.
“I-I can’t. It wouldn’t be the truth. I’m done lying to you.” He sighed, knowing that’s not what Tommy wanted to hear.
“But hurting me is better?!” Tommy snapped and Wilbur flinched in response.
“Toms… That’s why I’m leaving. So that I can’t hurt you anymore.”
Tommy was angry.
“Are you hearing yourself?! You want to die so that I will feel better? My brother wants to kill himself and you want me to feel, what, relieved!?”
He started breathing heavily but caught his rage and spoke softer. “I-I know what it feels like, when you- when you think there is nothing to live for. I’ve been there. But it’s not worth it. It won’t fix anything. Not for you. And especially not for me.”
Wilbur shook his head. “No Tommy, you don’t understand. I’ve hurt you. I’ve hurt everyone. You deserve happiness and a good life. Everyone here does. I’ll just ruin it.”
Tommy took a step forward and reached his hand out.
“Then help me achieve that. You’re a part of this place, you are a part of us, of everyone, you deserve this happiness too.
And sure, you’ve hurt me and im not sure if I can forgive you for that. At least not now. But help me understand. Do it better. You know what you did wrong. So do. It. Better. Be my brother again.”
Tears fell down Tommy’s face again, but he didn’t try to wipe them away this time, he let them flow down his face.
As if he was proud of them. As if he was proud of why they were there. As if he was proud of whom he was shedding them for.
Wilbur was crying too, trying to cling himself onto the self hatred, trying so desperately to find a reason not to go to Tommy. His little brother. His family.
His home.
He couldn’t. There was no reason not to.
So, as the wind grew softer, content with Wilbur’s decision, he stepped away from the edge of the cliff, walking away from what once was his beloved country, into the arms of his true home.
Hugging him tightly, not wanting to ever let him go again.
“Wil?” Tommy silently spoke up.
“Yeah?” He replied still sniffing a little from the emotional roller coaster that was this night.
“You’re an idiot.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”
“Never do that again.”
Wilbur stilled for a second, thinking about his statement, then answered, truthfully, “I won’t.”
They fell into a comfortable silence again, but Tommy wasn’t finished. “Wil, I’m tired. Can we go home?”
He chuckled again. “Yes you little gremlin, we can go home now.”
He did not know where ‘home’ was but he would follow Tommy anywhere, as long as it made his brother happy he would stay at his side, protecting him from ever getting hurt again.
Together they walked away from the cliff. As the sun slowly started creeping over the horizon the wind flew around them, happy with the turn of events, and so was Wilbur.
He wasn’t healed. He was still a broken mess that needed a lot of fixing. But with his brother on his side and the sun slowly rising behind him, he finally felt more at peace then he’s had for a very long time.