If i fall, will you catch me?

an attempt to be alive

a/n ok so basically this chapter is gonna go back and forth between wilbur and tommy. GUYS IM SORRY FOR MAKING WILBUR SO ANGSTY BUT MY PLOT IS PREWRITTEN. this chapter has trigger warning so imma just say rn i'm not labeling them below but they're there so be cautious when u read.

•Tommy•

Tommy ran down the stairs and to the door as fast as he could. his hands found the doorknob and immediately pulled the boy on the other side of it into a big hug. Tubbo laughed at his best friend and hugged him back.

"Hey Toms." he smiled.

"Toby I missed you sooo much." he hated to sound clingy but he really just wanted tubbo to know.
"i missed you too mate."
"come in, technos filming something with gogy who came to visit and i don't know what wilburs doing."

•Wilbur•

Wilbur was shaking. his whole body was shaking. He heaved into the toilet next to him before collapsing back against the side of the tub. He was Ill. Probably due to the lack of sleep, the constant worrying, the feelings of worthlessness and fear built up inside him.

He heard the doorbell ring and he heard tommy run to it but he couldn't move. he was in so much pain yet none at all and it didn't make any sense to him. he just wanted to die. and as bad as that sounded in his head, it was true. he didn't wanting to be sitting on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, in complete and utter rock bottom. again.

•Tommy•

"where's Wilbur?" tubbo prompted as they sat down on the couch.
Tommy tossed him a controller and shrugged his shoulders.

The two began to play games for a while before the reality kind of sunk in on tommy. Wilbur. he hadn't seen him leave his room yet today.

Worry started to build up inside him. he used to spend days at a time in his room at the orphanage, locked up and holed in there. sometimes crying and sometimes surrounded by a thick blanket of quiet. Some days he could barely move, other days he could barely breathe, and some days he honestly thought that maybe he had died.

Everyday at the orphanage was a day closer to his inevitable death. he had even started planning it. he had wanted to leave the world because he knew that there was nobody left for him anymore. but on the day he planned to let go, they had saved him.

"Tommy?" Tubbos voice was insanely gentle as it reached his ears.

Tommy snapped out of his thoughts to feel a few hot tears stream down his face. he quickly wiped them away and looked at Tubbo.

He smiled.

And it wasn't fake in the slightest. As soon as he saw it Tubbo knew.
"Are you happy Tommy?" he asked him.
Tommy nodded.
"I'd say i'm almost back." And he genuinely meant it. These past weeks, with every up there was a down, but he was seemingly happier. he had tried the whole mask your emotions thing, and it didn't exactly work. but techno and wilbur and phil and tubbo. they saved him without even realizing it.

•Wilbur•

Wilbur coughed and felt his lungs rattle gently. He felt weak and disoriented as he rose to his feet. The minute his dull brown eyes met the glare of the mirror he almost gasped. The person staring back at him was basically unrecognizable. It had been a week since George had come to stay for a bit, and in the span of that time, Wilbur had managed to go from; severe anxiety all the time, to severe anxiety, depression, sickness, insomnia, nightmares. all this bull shit that plagued him.