Happy Ending [Wilbur Soot]

THE MASK - 4

ROSSLYN

Life can be so static sometimes. I don't remember ever... like ever feeling incompetent in doing my school work. I remember crying for hours because everybody called me a nerd. There is always a price to be paid for doing better than others.

I'm currently in my flat, sitting on by bed with Wilbur. The mask was beating the crap out of us. I never felt this bad about anything. Not only was I wasting Wil's with me but also I was also jeopardizing our grades. Not only mine but his too. I don't know what's happening to me but we've been on this for hours and I still couldn't get onto it. I mean I can just write a simple verse but that wouldn't be expectable... that shouldn't be expectable. Not after Mr. Watson displayed my writing to the entire class.

Mask is something that we hide behind. I clearly needed it to connect to my life but I am never hiding myself. I don't pretend to be someone else for others. What am I supposed to write here?

Surprisingly Will has been super chill about it. He has been on his phone since we completed our math's work. He has consumed three packets of crisps and one coke. Seriously man this guy's a junk food monster. I'm slumped down on my bed trying of "think".

"Hey Will. What does mask mean to you?" I asked internally smacking myself that I didn't ask him this earlier.

"What? I don't know. You figure out. You're the Sylvia Plath in this room." He smirks clearly proud of this lame-ass joke.

"Do some work man. You're literally just sitting on my bed and eating my crisps and making me do your work." I said knowing it wouldn't matter to him anyways.

"You mean our work. Think it out Sylvia Plath. Stop hiding behind the mask. Pun intended." He points out before walking towards the kitchen.

I scoffed as I turned to my laptop. Or... wait.

"Will come back here right this second." I yell. This was what I needed. I need to write about what this feeling is. I need to use this metaphor as a metaphor. As my mind was running at thousand miles per hours Will came back into the room with a glass of water in hand and a confused look on face.

"I shall never know for I never knew
for I never saw how your vision flew
neither content nor enough
lost me to please and lost you" I recited perfectly as I smirked at him this time.

He didn't say anything but walked towards me in a stern face. I was sitting on the edge of the bed with the laptop on my thighs. He walked up to me slowly. I suddenly felt that it was awfully silent right now and also dark given that we were working on my laptop and I preferred a soft light. We could literally hear each other's breathing. Mine was... well you can't hear your own breath but his breathing was super deep.

First time in my time with Wilbur I felt a tingling in my stomach looking at him.
A small curl falling over his forehead made him look heavenly. Oh my God I'm getting giddy around him. I looked away from his face and onto his tall frame. He was wearing a dull yellow sweater. It wasn't too big but big enough to hang loose on his upper body. He looks heavenly. I think about my outfit. I was just wearing pajama shorts with a thrift Harry Styles merch because let's face it He's the God.

Focus at the task at hand Rose.

As if he wasn't tall enough, standing in front of me while I was sitting made him a giant. I didn't say anything but stared at him from under my eyelashes. He slowly bent down, picking up my laptop and putting it beside me. My eyes followed his hand all the way. He moved closer to me so that he was standing between my legs. An stern and blank facial expression plastered over his face and his hands rested by the side. He bent down again but this time maintaining eye contact with me. My breathe hitched in my throat and my mind flew back to english lecture this morning. So this is it.