hi sorry for being a lot more inactive + less fic updates but i think i’m moving houses? idk my parents don’t communicate w me but that’s happening and also suddenly a lot more things to think abt in my personal life and i’ve been reading a thousand splendid suns by khaled hosseini. one of the main characters just died :c and i’m almost done the book. i’m like 2k into the epilogue so if i try it’ll be done soon haha. here’s a snippet? sorry? expect it to happen again xoxo
In fact, Tommy would argue that it hurt more; the thought that Tubbo had known it would happen, that he would just let it happen. For a time, he thought it was impossible, too incredulous, completely out of character for his creator. But then he traced it back, traced back the years and lives to that day in the church when the floors were smeared with blood and Tommy had been left to bury the body alone.