His final decision, he planned it all out.

They're going to realize the mask he had, how it was nothing but a fake.

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Hey

Mumbo stood outside of HermitCraft, he was in the real world now, a place where bad things are permanent.

He stood over the rail of the bridge, he was ready.

"Viva!?" A voice called from behind him, a voice he hasn't heard in years.

He turned around to see somebody he never expected to see.

"Tom?" He called.

The man behind him, he wore rough, brown jeans, and a navy blue T-shirt which was covered by a jacket that matched his jeans.

His smile was warm, yet broken.

He was only two meters away from Mumbo, who was still on the rail.

The man took a step closer to Mumbo, who wore black tight, and a long sleeve, turtle neck thermal.

"Oli, it's been years." He said.

"Yeah, Tom."

Tom took another step forwards, then another. "Y'know, I came here to do the same thing?"

"Did you?"

He let his hand out, reaching for Mumbo, who gratefully accepted it and jump down towards his friend.

"Don't do it, Oliver."

"Why's that?" Asked Oli, with a smile, like he saw this moment from a mile away.

"You're never alone."

Oliver sighed, he crossed his arms and leaned onto his left leg. "Sometimes I feel like I am"

Tom reached into a pocket that was on his jacket, he brought out a packet of cigarettes and lent it to Mumbo. "Do you smoke?"

Oli shook his head and pushed the cigarettes away. "Not my style."

They both smiled and threw the cigarettes off the bridge.

It seemed almost like the ghastly weather couldn't affect their new feelings.

The two talked for a while until a police car stopped by.

A man stepped out of the police car.

"Someone said that they saw a suicider standing on the rails of this bridge, the descriptions fit you." He reported, then pointing at Oliver.

The two nodded and made their way to the police.

They had their chat and stepped into the backseat of the car.

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Wassup

Xisuma: Guys, did anyone read the news this morning?

Grian: no?

Iskall: why?

Xisuma: Mumbo tried to suicide

Grian: oh, okay.

Iskall: in MC?

Xisuma: IRL

Grian: WHAT??????

Ren: but none of us saw the signs

Xisuma: *sends a link to the news*

Joe: X, don't spread the word like that
Joe: can you delete these messages?

Xisuma: your right
Xisuma: okay

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Author's Note:

Last year, I published this in my HermitCraft OneShot book as my worries in life to some beautiful people I knew. Now I'm republishing this for someone who people are stressed about.

Here's the message I wrote last year:

This was originally dedicated to @Strixoputo and @Speckledfire .

@Strixoputo , please, I want you to be happy.
Be the version of you that makes you who you are.
Don't worry about the friends you surround yourself.
Be yourself, and the right people will love you. 💜💕 <3

@Speckledfire , you know how much we live you.
Stop hurting yourself, there are people out there that need you.
We love you, and we'll be here for you, that's a promise. 💜💕 <3 <3

I've been venting to Emily and Maddie the other day, and they helped me a lot. I'm grateful for everything that they've done for me.

I know I can get through this, with them by my side; I know I can survive.

8D

By the time you reach this line, over five beautiful lives have been lost.
This was done because they chose to.

Suicide is the one thing I hated more than even my greatest fears in life.
It was the one thing I fought against, and I fought for others too.
Because I despised it that much.

We all go through things in our life. We all have it tough.

We all do.

Nobody's alone.

There are over seven billion lives on this freaking dying planet.

Why on Earth would we ever be alone?

Fight it. And fight it together.

People should make discord servers and other chat places for this stuff.

I did... Once...
But I'm not doing that anymore. Someone better should do that.

Someone just like all of us.

And of course, we know who this is dedicated today to...

Good Night...