Goodnight.

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[SCHLATT'S POV]

The water rose above Wilbur and I's head. This would be the last time. We decided it would be best to live out our last life the way we always did, having fun.

Wilbur swam up from below to chase me, landing a hit, I was low. I begged him for mercy while laughing.

"We work together We work together!" I repeated in a pleading voice.

"We work together?" Wilbur asked playfully.

We made our way to the last stand. A small tiny island, bordering the misty blue world border that contained us within this chunk. A single birch tree, its only resident. I looked solemnly to Wilbur, smiling with puffy eyes. I was gonna miss that idiot. I thought back to all the times I died previously, laughing at the events internally.

I couldn't believe it was over. Wilbur and I would finally find peace in the waves.

I turned to Wilbur and spoke softly, "I love you Wilbur, you know that."

"I love you too Schlatt." He replied, pulling me into a hug.

I looked into his honey brown eyes, connecting our lips for a final time, as the clock ticked by.

The kiss was sweet, my fingers running through his soaking golden curls, as he pulled me closer until he couldn't any longer. Leaving bruises on my hips. We kissed until we had no breath, pulling away and looking at each other for a final time.

I clung to his yellow knit sweater as he adjusted my black suit a bit.

beep. beep. beep.

"Goodnight, Wilbur Soot." I whispered as we succumbed to the frozen waters.

"Goodnight, Jschlatt."

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