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"I loved him. more than anything. and regret not telling him that when i had the chance." The young girl says standing up on stage i front of the few people left of L'manburg.

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""I- fuck." Wilbur hisses, he grabs astrid quickly, pressing his lips against hers. Astrid stands in shock, her heart pounding out of her chest. She places her hand on Wilburs cheek and kisses him back. Wilbur pulls away and smiles at her softly

"I love you." He says, Astrid smiles back, her hand still resting on his cheek. "I know I may not have the chance to tell you again after whatever happens today"

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"I killed him...for the good of l'manburg and the good of him"

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"Kill me astrid. Kill me. Stab me through my heart before i have to do it myself."

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"I didn't want to. I didn't want to kill him." Tears start streaming down her face "I want him here more than anything"

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"Hey astrid! I wrote a song about you, do you wanna hear it?"

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"he always kept l'manburg bright and happy"

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"Tommy you stupid child the strand of lights go there not up there what are you thinking?" Wilbur jokes, facepalming

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"Though Wilbur was the bad guy...the traitor you could say"

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"My l'manburg! My unfinished symphony, forever unfinished!" Wilbur exclaims as the city goes up in flames

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"It will never be the same without him"

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"You generic british son of a bitch, Your usual cup of tea?" astrid giggles

"Aye i like my Tea!" wilbur exclaims which just makes the two laugh harder.

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"When i was with wilbur....it felt like all my worries disappeared"

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"I hate you" She jokes, punching him in the arm playfully

"Oh sure you do" Wilbur rolls his eyes

"Mhm- i hate you more than anything, youuuu suck" Astrid jokes, leaning up against a tree

"ah~ but if you hate me so much then why didn't you choose dream over me? Hm?" Wilbur hums

"Oh go away you asshole" Astrid giggles, throwing a flower at his face, He smiles slightly at her before laying his head in her lap.

Unlovable// Wilbur SootWhere stories live. Discover now