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Tommy could feel the water rushing into his mouth, nose and ears.
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He couldn’t bring himself to care.
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He couldn’t feel the arrow that pierced his chest.
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He couldn’t see the scarlet that bleed into the water as he sunk down.
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He couldn’t hear the scream of anguish from Wilbur.
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Not the sobs of Tubbo
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He couldn’t see the streaming tears that ran down Fundy’s face.
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Not the flinch of Jack
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He definitely didn’t notice Eret turning on heel and walking away, sick.
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He felt warm.
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He felt safe.
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He was Tommy Innit.
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And he felt the water going into his lungs.
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And knew he had failed.
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His country
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His Friends.
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His Brothers.
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‘Tommy!’
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That’s his name, right?
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It’s Tommy, Innit?
Tommy decided the silence was much better than his heart pounding in his ears.
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Wilbur stiffles sobs, throwing himself into the river and pulling out the broken body of his pseudo-brother. Gently, he lays Tommy’s body on the grass, tilting his head to the side as water dribbles out of his nose and mouth. His eyes, Wilbur thinks, still shine with shock and pain.
Wilbur gently brings his two fingers to his brother’s neck, feeling for something, anything. Even though he knows, deep down, there’s no way he could have survived.
He finds nothing. Nothing. Not a shred of breath, not a heartbeat, not even a twitch of muscle.
A sob rips itself from his throat and Tubbo wails, his screams piercing the air.
Footsteps approach, and Wilbur can recognize the boots.
“Wilbur, I-“
“Shut up!” Wilbur screams, standing up abruptly, glaring at the man in a mask. “I know! We lost! White flags! I know…”
Dream, to his eternal shock, reaches up and peels of his mask with shaking hands, his eyes red and glassy.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispers…
...and still the water is stained red.