Hii here's a little piece I wrote from the perspective of one of my DnD OCs!
It's a little long so it'll be 2 parts, hope you like it!
Warning, does contain mentions of death, so take care!
also, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, also perhaps a title as I don't have one yet.

You always said what a person did in a crisis showed who they truly were. I don’t think you would like the person I am.

I didn’t go to your funeral. I couldn’t. It would have been too dangerous.

You can’t blame me though, I’m just keeping myself safe. You always said you would be the brave one and I would be the clever one and we would balance. You would do the heroics and I would keep us safe.

It’s just me though, now. And no one to balance.

I’m doing better, though. Making better money than the two of us ever did together. It actually looks like we could be out of debt soon. Or just me, I suppose. Rude of you to leave those debts with me.

I always told you the money was better in the tabloids. We could have done so well in the tabloids. I’m doing so well writing for them - I’ve won awards, I’ve been on magazine covers, I’ve written for countless publications, I’m actually famous. People know me, ask for me by name to write for them. They recognize my skill, my talent.

And we could have done so well together. When I talk to the editors, when I ask around for rumours and scandal, I try to be you. I try so hard. It feels forced every time, but it works. People are charmed and spill damn near anything to me, the way they always did for you.

I’m good at it. It comes more naturally nowadays. I can step into a new person like it’s nothing at all.

So you would have been so much better. You would have done so well. Things could have been so much easier. But you never listened to me, and look where it’s gotten you.