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The heavy rain along with the wind made the windows of that small hospital room slam.
In that place everything seemed more empty, cold and lonely, something that Tommy hated, he hated feeling alone, but the feeling he experienced the most in these passing days was loneliness..Things didn't make as much sense as before, the boy looked at the wall so empty as for his look at that moment, if they looked at him at that moment it was possible to confuse him with a dead man, pale skin, dry lips, dark circles under his eyes and he had become much thinner from the lack of protein in his body.
He had lost the will to eat things, suddenly he just stopped forcing himself to smile or tell himself that things would work out, everything was a lie from himself to himself.
He looked out where the rain had stopped a little.
The day was supposed to be one of the happiest of her life, as it always was, her birthday. He loved the date, having a day where it was just him and he had all the attention for himself was great, in previous years this was becoming more and more meaningless and without a shred of grace. He started spending his birthdays alone because they always forgot but he didn't care they still sent him flowers at the hospital and cards congratulations.
He was still happy that at least they remembered his existence...
But he was tired of it, it was so lonely and depressing here.
[...]
Hurried steps and the noise of loud breathing was the only sound that passed through his ears, as he crossed through the hospital entrance door the wind hit his face making him feel light. He spotted a parked taxi and ran towards it.
He opened the door and walked in without even checking if it belonged to anyone.
___"Uh, please I want you to take me to the Antarctic Empire neighborhood please
the boy asked when he caught his breath and looked towards the driver.
The man just waved and started the car.
[...]
The boy looked out the window as the car stopped and then began to search his pockets for money to pay the driver.
Finding only a few twenty dollar bills in total giving only sixty with only ten dollars missing for the value taxed by the race. He looked at the driver with a look of embarrassment and held out his hand with the money.
__"This is just what I have, I promise I'll come back and get the rest"
__"It won't be necessary, look, you can go, keep the money" The man said sweetly and lightly pushed the boy's hand towards himself against his chest.
__"Really?..uh sir thank you very much, I won't forget about this" He left and closed the door.
The man started the car and when he was about to go he looked at the boy.
__"Good luck, Tommy..." He left leaving the confused boy standing there...
Confusion lingered in his mind but he had other problems and he wasn't going to focus on that now.
He turned towards the house behind him, drew the air from his lungs in a long sigh, and went to the door and hurriedly knocked on it.
Her heart skipped a few beats when the door opened...
In front of him was a tall boy, a little long and messy brown hair, light green eyes, and with an outfit that Tommy remembered very well.
His blue sweater was a special piece of clothing he had received as a Christmas present from his older brother, he never forgot that because it was the first gift his brother had given him.
__"Uh...can I help you?" The boy looked confused at the boy in front of him.
__"What, who are you? And what do you do with my clothes?" He yelled and grabbed the boy's arms.
The boy might be tall but he still looked the same age as Tommy. So even with the gigantic height difference he didn't let himself be scared.
__"Ranboo?, is everything ok-" Tommy moved a little away from the boy when he heard the voice and the person stopped when he saw the boy.
__"W-wilbur?, but...you said you were travelling" The boy was in a mixture of anger and confusion, had his brother lied to him? How could he do that to himself on his deathbed.
__"Uh, Tommy..." The brunette was in pure discomfort as if a stranger was standing in front of him.
__"Brother...who is he?"
Brother? Ah, now I understand everything, his younger brother is on his deathbed so they decided to replace him with a taller and stronger version of him, someone who looked more like the family, a pride, healthy pride.
__"I think the replacement is quite different from the original" He laughed sarcastically only to see wilbur's angry face.
He never looked at him like that, Tommy was scared but didn't show he couldn't lose his poise in front of 'enemies'.
__"Take it back, he's not your replacement, he doesn't even come close to you"
Oh now yes, there's your brother he still loves him-
__"He's on top... he's so much better, a sweet and kind person, things you weren't and never will be"
said too late
If words could kill he would be on the ground lifeless, Tommy never thought that one day he would hear such words coming out of his brother's mouth and directly attacking him..
Anger took over his body and like an impulse of a wild animal he didn't hesitate and jumped on top of the boy, Ranboo fell to the ground and Tommy on top.
He punched the boy's face and he could see the blood drain from his nose and get on the blonde's hand.
__"Tommy!" Wilbur screamed and the last thing the blonde could hear.
He felt an impact on the side of his head and the sound of glass shattering...
So that's how death is..., an emptiness and silence, dying at the hands of one's brother, what a humiliation, what a terrible death. This is not my fault, how dare he do this.
Will my name be in the newspaper? Victim or Villain? Surely they will distort history and call me an impulsive madman...
Am I going to heaven?
No.
I refuse to end like this, please just... one more chance just a few.
[...]
"Tommy.."
Hmm?, what voice is that?, sounds so-
"You need to wake up"
Who...
"WAKE UP"
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