Love is Dead ||| (Wilbur Soot x reader)

Something, Something Did.

the figure, a man with brown curls sticking out of his red beanie, stared blankly, as if he hadn't communicate with people for so long and wondering what words were.

"uh, morning..!" he said in an alarmed way, which made everything a thousand times awkward than it already is.

"yeah, uh, morning, too," i stumbled upon my words because starting a conversation when you literally just woke up and found a stranger who was, for some reason, just outside the front door was obviously something that needed some time to process, i did not intend to wake up at all.

after moments of silence, in which all i did was trying to distract myself from the rising anxiety, why was he wearing a yellow sweater? the sun was so bright, my eyes hurt. the man cleared his throat and made me jump.

"hi, yes, hello, i can see you, who are you?" i blurted out in panic, hoping i didn't come off as rude, it sounded mean.

he crossed his arms, looking around like he was trying to remember something, his hand going up to his nose and scratching it. why was i paying attention to what he did? i'm not sure, but i was sure that all i asked for was a name and you should know that unless you've had some sort of a long sleep.

a mumble.

"hm?" i leaned in a little closer to hear what he just said, speak up, my guy.

"will. just call me will," he looked unsure but hey, at least he had the will to go on, haha.

"and i should call you..?"

"...Y/N," i held back a frown, i never liked saying my name out loud, but i still liked it. maybe i wasn't used to it. maybe i just prefer someone else to say it for me. who knows.

i must've zoned out since he just awkwardly held out his hand for seemingly minutes, but before i could grab it to shake, he pulled it back to his side. oh, the guilt, it ate me up inside.

ignoring the awkwardness, i thought and let my mind wander.

social etiquette.

the words whispered at the back of my mind, making me immediately stand straight up, just realizing how low i was bending and how hard i gripping the door while i hid half of my body behind it.

"would you like to come in?" i gave my best polite smile, hoping it didn't seem too fake.

he smiled warmly and nodded, "i would like to."

i backed away, pulling the door open as wide for him to enter, leading him to the living room after closing the door shut.

"you don't have to bring me anything," he said and i immediately stopped my tracks and faced away from the kitchen, catching his eyes.

i slowly sat down across him, thinking on why he would come to this place.

a lost traveler? no bags or anything, just a guitar that i just noticed now, strapped on his back. previous owner? that was years ago, the real estate agent said, he didn't seem like he aged, unless he was a kid when he lived here, but he would've mentioned it. a homeless person? could be, maybe recently kicked out, he looks fine. fine as hell. oh, ew, no, that's a stranger.

i noticed him staring, or zoned out, he was staring straight through me. i tried to get his attention and the first thing i did was flail my arms, of course. i stopped and chose to stare into his eyes, long enough until he felt like he was being watched, by the owner of this house, who just invited him in, and that owner is me. i panicked internally.

what if he's here with bad intentions? oh my god, if something happens, it's on me. oh gee, uh, hmm...

i took the initiative to break the silence, which got his attention, "so.. what brought you here?"

A/N: nothing really, i- actually a lot really. idk uhh i just had the need to put something here, that's all, i do hope you enjoy :]