dear wormwood, tommy's gardenhouse is calling

Why was it him who always suffered from some poor fate, such a horrible tragedy? Why was it always TommyInnit that faced the worst of the worst, met the most horrible people and had the most trouble letting go? Why, he could not help but scowl at the thought, did even lifeless fauna take pity on him and bloom in beautiful patterns along his skin as a burning reminder that he was struggling to grasp onto life again even if he was completely alive? He should not have been like this. If it wasn't for his poor suffering and wallowing, maybe he wouldn't even be here-"Does it hurt?" Ranboo interjected, a pitiful face meeting Tommy's eyes.He settled, in solitude and in worry. His words were spoken quietly, a faint whisper in Ranboo's ears. "...It's not the flowers, that hurt."\\Or, a gifted oneshot about Tommy becoming a literal gardenhouse, and Ranboo wants to help heal him.