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Warnings : heavy topics mentioned

Type : angst, none platonic

Plot : ---

A/n : I used the wrong pronouns for
C!Ranboo too far into the story before either realized and didn't wanna go back and edit it, so I'm really sorry. Enjoy anyways though!

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No one's POV :

   The world is cruel, we're all aware, and the current situation Ranboo was in was only further proof of that.
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   Life isn't a gift, I'd consider it nothing more but a curse in my book. People pick on you and make you think you aren't worth it. They fill your head with words that twist your thoughts and mind into something monstrous. They break you, crush your ego, and kick you to the curb when you can't give them anything more. They tear you to shreds, and make up all this stuff because it.. satisfies them. They do it for themselves. To feel better. Because let's face it, there are no bad or good people. We all make mistakes. We've all made fun of someone. Hurt someone. Picked on someone. And we know it's not okay, yet even the people who have had it worse have done just the same as they people who began it all. And you know the excuse adults use? That's just life. And they're right. It is life. It should be expected, but never should it ever be accepted. But even so, that's not the worst part of it all.

   With life comes death, and though it's cruel how the world takes those who have done more good than bad first, it's only a cycle. Some consider death as freedom, a blessing, a ticket out. I consider it just the same as life, a curse. It only lasts for a while before you're thrown into the mix again. You work your ass off to make yourself known while you're alive, to grow out of being harmed, to be on your own so you can escape other people until you do die. Death is the minute or more of pure bliss before you're thrown back into living and you have to start from square one. That's just as messed up. And yet it still isn't the worst part of this whole concept.

   The cruelest thing, ones again in my opinion, that the world can do is you give you that one person that can help you and free you and make things better and then take them away. And there is nothing we can do about it.
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   Ranboo let out a shaky breath, laughing as hollow as one could. Hadn't he been through enough? No. At least according to the universe.

   Ranboo screamed, falling to his knees, the went grass burning his skin. His tears reopened the gas he's under his eyes as he gripped his umbrella tightly. He couldn't help but think it was his fault. If he had never bothered Tubbo in the first place, left this world alone, then maybe, just maybe everything would be okay.

   Ranboo fell into silence, his whole world felt as though it was crumbling. He felt empty, if that's all he could describe it as, like his heart was torn from his chest. He just wanted to shrivel up and disappear from, free himself from this torture, meet the male he had fallen so desperately in love with again. He just wanted that worn them back, the warmth he had craved for all his life and had received but lost so suddenly.

   Ranboo felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to look up at the man with his own tired eyes as the tears finally stopped coming. He was too hollow to cry.

   Phil softly smiled down at him with tear eyes, but that smile was one filled with sadness and agony. Ranboo could tell that Phil was pained by this inconvenience, though Ranboo couldn't help but argue Phil wasn't in as much pain as he himself was.

   "Let's go home."

   Those words repeated in the half enderman's head while him, Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy all headed off in the same direction. What did Phil think of when he thought about home? Because to Ranboo, home wasn't a place, but a person, a person that was ripped away. A person that Ranboo owed everything to. A person that made the half and half have something worth fighting for. But that person was gone now, so what was home?

   Tommy gripped Ranboo's slightly bigger hand, something he had gotten used to when he just needed to know someone was there. Ranboo didn't mind one but, never did, so he moved a bit closer closer to younger male.

   Everyone was silent, no one dared to speak. And Ranboo much preferred it that way. He had sat through things like this before, and everytime he only wished for no one to say anything. To him, it lessened the pain and gave him time to convince himself that it was all okay, even though he knew it wasn't.

   Ranboo stopped walking, he didn't know why exactly, but he couldn't keep going. His breath hitched as tears began to cascade down his severely damaged cheeks once more. Tommy had stopped too, turning to look at at the taller.

   "Ranboo..?" The blonde's voice was quiet and raspy, probably from drowsiness and crying.

   Ranboo went to say something, but the words wouldn't form. He knew there was no use.

   Tommy immediately hugged the taller tightly, his head just fitting on Ranboo's shoulder. It was only then did Ranboo realized he missed Tubbo's hugs all too much.

   Ranboo dropped his umbrella, the rain lighter than before, though it still burned his skin. He hugged Tommy back just as tightly, sobbing again. He couldn't bare it, he just wanted to forget, do anything to free himself, but he knew there was nothing that he could do. So he whisoered something so quietly that he wasn't sure if Tommy could hear it or not;

   "I wanna to go home..."

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Word count : 1000

A/n : I cried while writing this for God knows why  :D  Also no spell checks, sorry.

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