SBI oneshots [wilbur centric]

i dont know

can my favourite wattpad authors finally update their stories now i'm uploading pretty please

TW -
- suicidal thoughts

Wilbur gently closed the front door, refusing to make a sound. A simple sound could wake the likes of Techno up, that would be a shame. His plans would be ruined.

He walked down his road, a set destination in mind. A destination that would be his final. The destination that would mark it all.

Thinking back to his room, Wilbur sighed with sorrow. The last time he played his guitar was moments ago, the gentle strumming feeling so unnatural to him it was terrifying. The last time he would clean his room, although realistically, he probably wouldn't have cleaned it anyways.

Did he leave a note? No.
Selfish? No. He had one scheduled. A message scheduled to send to all 'friends' he wished to be burdened with this day. His life.

Reaching the station, Wilbur crept down the stairs, buying a one way ticket to somewhere he would never make.

Realistically, he could do it now. Simply stepping on the railway line would electrocute his body and simply kill him. However, what fun would that be?

Once the train succumbed to a stop, Wilbur jumped on, meekly avoiding the passengers ascending their way home.

The train ride was, well boring. Wilbur was a boring person though, so it was expected. It was mostly just him bundled up in his thoughts, reality hitting him like a hammer to the head. A feeling you can't physically feel, but know your fate.

Once reaching his stop, Wilbur hesitantly got off, setting off to his final location. The final place he will ever see in his life.

Fluorescent burnt umber trees swayed softly against the winds. Stood proudly was a statue, some random president nobody really knew but still posed next to to share with their facebook friends. Benches surrounded it, following along with crunchy leaves scattering the footpath.

It really was a spectacular area. An area that Wilbur would consider his favourite besides the comfort of his own bed. His bed. He won't get to sleep in his bed again.

Oh.

Thoughts crossed Wilbur's mind like a deer in headlights. Did he really want to do this? No. Yes. Yes he did. The last symphony his fans would call it. The final straw. Life can't always be what you want it to be, ending it before you can fix it isn't always the solution. But, Wilbur thought otherwise.

"I'm getting cold." A voice spoke, causing Wilbur's body to jolt violently. Annoyingly, he glared to his side to see his brother standing beside the bench he didn't even realise he had sat down at, holding a somewhat sympathetic smile.
Without warning, Techno sat next to him, putting an arm around Wilbur's shoulders, staring into the fog beyond. A typical british day.

"You want to talk?" Techno shuddered finally, daring a look at Wilbur.
"What is there to talk about?" Wilbur hesitated, immediately regretting look at Techno when he gave him 'that look'. "Okay. Fine."

"I don't know, I just- I haven't been feeling good recently. Bad. If you want to put it that way. Life just hasn't been worth living anymore. It's shit, but it's true. I know, I know things get better. But when do they? Everytime i've even hinted at being sad, it's the same 'it's going to be okay' but is it really? It doesn't feel like it. It's like battling a loosing battle, and never progressing. Never signing a glorious victory. I don't know what to do anymore." Without him noticing, he was crying. For the first time he had been in a while.

Techno pulled him into a hug, ushering reassuring words as he let everything he had been holding up for years out.

He finally looked up, head still resting on Technos chest. The lovely scenery still remained, untouched and as beautiful as always.

Maybe things can get better.