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ANGST, jesus chrissst it's angsty
TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE
OVERVIEW: Wilbur is your ex and he sees you with your new bf, JaReD
Wilbur's POV:
It was only a month ago...
A month ago marks the day that he said it...
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"Wil I can't!"
"You can't what?!"
"I can't fucking handle this anymore!"
"What?!"
"You're always either in your stupid office or in the studio with the guys!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?! I'm just busy, Y/N!"
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I scoffed back then... I told him that I had payed attention to him. That I wasn't ignoring him...
Course, I was lying. But I'd never admit that back then. I had brushed past him in the apartment. I had ignored all of his kind gestures.
He'd clean up the house to an almost spotless state, make me meals, hug me, kiss me, etc...
I'd ignored it all.
I never said thank you. Not once. I can't blame him fore leaving, to be honest. I treated him like shit back then. I hadn't realized it until it was way too late. He had reached his breaking point.
For the past 15 minutes I've been at this small, cozy café, staring out the window and barely touching my coffee. I sighed, closing my eyes and reopening them. I walked out of the shop after paying for my coffee and walked down the street towards our favorite spot. It was a bench in front of a large tree in one of the parks in London...
There I saw him.
There they both were...
Sitting, laughing.
It could've been dismissed as guy-friends, that was until they'd kissed.
My whole world fell apart at once, as though someone had punched me in the stomach so hard I'd started coughing up blood on the ground. Just 10 times over.
I was already walking towards them, and was about to walk past. I was so close to making it past them. So close to getting home.
"Oh! Hey Wilbur!" Fuck.
I turned around and pretended to be confused, "O-oh, hey Y/N!" I smiled and waved at the man and his new companion, pretending to be friendly.
"Oh, babe! Meet Wilbur! He's my ex, but a good friend nonetheless!" He smiled that gorgeous smile, god was it beautiful. His companion waved at me in an annoyed and dismissive way. "Wilbur, this is Jared! He's my boyfriend." I smiled again,
"Oh! Hello! You have yourself a good man here, Jared. Take care of him! I have to go home now, my cat's waiting for me." Jared had nodded and Y/N smiled and waved goodbye.
I don't know why but I got a baad vibe from Jared. A toxic vibe. I have a feeling that he'd.. abused Y/N. What the hell am I thinking. Jared's a good guy. Y/N knows when he needs to step away, right...?
I shook it off and entered my house. To be honest, the cat thing wasn't as much of a scape goat as you may think. Pebbles needs to be fed around this time. I remember when Y/N and I got him. We promised to keep him as long as possible. I sighed, going into the kitchen to feed Pebbles. I did so, and the cat looked up at me and rubbed his chin on my leg. I bent down to pet him, and I continued to my bedroom. I decided to flop face-down on my bed, and flipped over. I laid spread eagle and fell asleep after only a couple of minutes.
