Tommy POV
"You are one love sick idiot." Wilbur laughed at me.
A tear fell down my cheek and he immediately stoped. He embraced me, gently rubbing my back, "I'm sorry...That must've been difficult."
I hugged him back, "He doesn't remember anything....Anything at all."
He sighed, "I'm sorry Tommy."
"What if he never remembers!? How can I move on if this stupid tattoo is permanently on my skin! Not even purple- But grey! Because I'm a failure...and I failed him." I cried, sobbing into my hands.
He pulled me close to his chest trying to calm me down. Eventually I would.
• Time Skip •
Ranboo POV
My head has been hurting all day. My mom said that can be a side affect of my concussion. That if I ever get headaches, or it just hurts- To let her know.
But, she's supposed to leave tomorrow. The week of recovery would be over. I can go out, drive, finally stream, and talk to my friends. However, if I tell her this- She'll stay for another week and be even stricter.
I know it's for my health and all, but I really want my freedom back. It's boring here and honestly- I think my head is hurting from the serious boredom I'm facing.
So, I wasn't gonna tell her. Because it was very minor, and there was no reason to. I'll just take a nap and I'm sure it'll go away.
I got up from my desk chair and went to lay in my bed. I pulled the covers over me and yawned, getting comfortable. Soon, I fell fast asleep.
...
I opened my eyes and was in some sorta mall, I'm probably dreaming.
I properly took in my surroundings. I saw Tommy ordering an ice cream cone, standing right infront of me. It was like i wasn't controlling my body, cause I cut in and payed for it, then waited on the side with Tommy beside me. When it was done, they called out Tommy's name.
He went and grabbed it then took his phone out, "Let's lick it like they do in the movies Ran! Okay ready, one, two, three-"
Ran, just like he'd said earlier....What the heck is this dream?
We both licked the ice cream cone and he snapped a pic. Tommy giggled and pulled it away from me. He began eating it then I scoffed, "Lemme have some Toms."
Toms? Since when do I call him that?- Oh and, wasn't that the name in my phone?
He put it up for me and I leaned in to have some. He pushed it to my face and then pulled back. There was ice cream on my nose and mouth.
He went into a fit of giggles and took a picture. I wiped my face, "Tommy, I'm gonna murder you."
He laughed, pocketed his phone, and ran off. I ran after him and he found the others, "Help me! Help me! Ranboo's gonna-"
Woah, Tubbo's here. And Phil, Wilbur, even Jack. But why am I so close with...Tommy?
I scooped him up from behind and spun him around. He let out a shriek then laughed afraid, "Oh my gosh Ran! Put me down! Put me down!"
I laughed and set him down. He turned around and smiled, "You are such a dork."
"I'm your dork." I smiled.
Woah, woah, woah- I would never say that.
He blushed, "Yeah..."
Did Tommyinnit just blush...at me?!
He shoved ice cream in my face and I heard everyone laugh. Slowly my vision went blurry again.
...
I groaned, I had this throbbing pain in my head. I pinched the top of my nose bridge and sat up.
Why would I dream something like that of me and Tommy?
Wait....what was the dream again?
Brownies. Yeah, we were eating brownies? Wait, no- It was some cold treat...ugh- What was it...
Tommy POV
I burst awake as I felt a wave of heat go to my wrist. I groaned and gently rubbed it. The doctors said they were side affects. That the waves would go away in about two weeks. They happened very randomly.
I always wondered if it was cause he was thinking about me.....Or if we were somehow still connected...
But, I know it's just my guilt and failure.
Right now I was layed down in Wilbur's bed. I'd spent the night after we ate pizza and watched a movie. I sat up and turned the lamp on. Wilbur was asleep on the air matress by the bedside.
I sighed looking up at the ceiling, I wonder if when we meet....
No, the odds are so unlikely.
But...
"What're you doing?" Wilbur yawned sitting up, "Turn the lamp off."
"Does history really repeat itself?" I asked.
He furrowed his brows, "What?"
"History. They say it, repeats. Do you think there's a chance that...when we meet, we'll be soulmates again?" I mumbled staring off at the ceiling.
"Tommy....The chances of that are like, one to, a trillion or something." He sighed.
I smiled a little, "What about that, one? That one time..."
He got up and sat on the bed, "I wouldn't get my hopes up."
"Right." I gulped, but then smiled, "I think the doctors are liars."
"What?"
"Heat. With soulmate marks, it was always a generally good thing. Like, when we did something nice for one another, showed affection, or said something kind, even thought about each other- We got warm or hot. And if you made them sad, or they were feeling down, or were unhealthy- We'd get cold." I explained still smiling.
"Okay..." He didn't seem to understand, "So what?"
I rolled my eyes, "So wouldn't my wrist be cold if I'd failed him? Wouldn't I get chills instead of heat? Because I believe we're still connected..."
"Tommy, I thi-"
"I'm not crazy. Or lovesick, desperate, or blind, or even being childish. I experienced what it's like to have a soulmate. I know what everything is supposed to mean."
"Tommy, you're just trying to cope. So I get it. But, please don't give yourself hope- When we both know none of it's true. Now go to bed, yeah?" He asked with a frown.
I finally looked at him, "Or maybe I'm just tryna cope." I gently traced my finger over the red paracord bracelt Ranboo had bought me. It now covered my soulmate mark so I didn't have to see it. "Sorry."
"No, no, it's fine." He smiled sadly and tucked me back in.
I layed back down and sniffled, "Wilbur?"
"Mhm?" He hummed.
"I know it took me forever..." I teared up.
"What is it?"
"I- I do....I do-"
"I know Tommy. We all know. He knew...It's okay. There will be others." He smiled sympathetically.
I nodded and softly cried, "I did love him."
He kissed my forehead, "I'm sure he knows."
I turned over, my back facing him. I silently cried as I let my feelings sink in. I heard him lay back down and then the lamp light, go out. I drowned in my own self pity and sadness. My failure and guilt. My love.
I loved you, Ranboo. A man, yeah- A man. Not a girl, not straight, but it shouldn't have mattered. Because I used to be your fate. I failed...yeah, I know. But, I still think you'd be pretty proud to know. Proud to hear me say, that I love you, and with me...that's finally okay.
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