Clay died two months ago now.

Tommy noticed that Tubbos been visiting the graveyard less often. Instead of every day, it was now three times a week.

Which was still a lot, but for the brunette, it wasn't that much.

Miranda would still send the blonde boy to retrieve his friend from the graveyard, but it was less often now.

Last time the blonde teen saw his friend, his hair was shorter. The tips of his hair still had a sort of blonde hue, but it looked more like a highlight now.

~<•>~

The teen was making his rounds around the village when he bumped into Tubbo.

Quite literally.

"Oh, shit, Tubbo, I'm sorry!" The blonde said, helping the brunette pick up his things. "I should've looked where I was going-"

"It's fine." The brunette interrupted him. His voice was hoarse, monotonous. It still had that hint of innocence, but it was less animated now. "Don't worry about it."

"Hey, you okay?" Tommy said, looking in his friends brown eyes that seemed to lose their light.

"I'm fine." He replied, yanking the black leather book that the blonde picked up. "Just...tired."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Why do you even care?" The brunette snapped. "Last I checked, you could've cared less if I was dead."

"That's not true!"

"It is, though!" He yelled, earning a few glares. "Do you know how heartbroken I was when you just...threw me to the streets like that!? I thought of you as my friend, my best friend, and I would've followed you to the ends of the earth."

"I'm sorry, okay!? How many times do I have to say it for you to forgive me!?"

"Sorry doesn't reverse the heartbreak. Sorry doesn't change the past. Sorry doesn't change a thing, Tommy. When will you learn that?"

"Then tell me what I can do!"

"Nothing! Nothing can reverse this! Nothing can heal the heartbreak! Nothing will heal our friendship!"

Tommy stood there, stunned, watching the brunette storm off, the black leather book in hand, to the floristry.

~<•>~

10/14/XXXX

I saw HIM again today.

I've tried avoiding him more and more, but it's impossible to when he's constantly making his rounds right in front of the shop.

He tried talking to me again.

When will he realize that I don't forgive and forget easily?

I may be young, but I'm not stupid.

Far from it, actually.

Though,

I guess it'd be nice to have my best friend back.

~<•>~

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Nice little filler for ya.

Also, keep note of that black leather book ;)

Also, I decided to change the update schedule to every Tuesday and Thursday. It's just easier for me to keep track of while y'all also get your twice-a-week updates.