I Still Miss You [Closed]
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He’d gotten back into an old habit of his - making plushies. This time around, they’d been plushies of some of his friends, and the latest addition was of his late best friend. Looking down at the plushie in his hands, he felt a surge of emotions rushing through his systems. Ratchet was nearby somewhere, but before Wheeljack could as much as turn to look for him, to search for the hug he desperately needed, his optics had opened the floodgates, and the tears streamed down his face, his loud sobs echoing in the small room. “Why, Bee?”








