Don't think I'll ever go home. Inspired by 'Home - Isabel LaRosa'

You and your ma got in another fight; your mental health went to shit. And Tubbo... he wasn't putting up with it anymore.

12:43am, you got a text from him

Tubbo - Pack your bags. Now.

You didn't question it considering the periods... you packed your bags, and heard a knock at your door half an hour later

You opened it and saw Tubbo, he carried your bags, and lead you to the bus stop

"Tubbo, what are we doing here...?" You ask quietly

"Running away." He muttered bluntly, holding your hand gently, avoiding eye contact

What he didn't know was that you've always wanted to run away... with him

Always