Its been two weeks two weeks without a phone call and without hearing his voice. The phone is there sitting by our handprints the wire cut....the wire cut.
Wilbur hasent been back since he cut the wire...after he severed my only connection to the person i love. I had yelled at him after what he did i wanted to hurt him but what did he expect.
Im trying to start the days and move forward but how can i do that when even breathing is hard to do. What do i have now! Dream was the only thing i had to keep going and now that thats gone what i just go back to my boring lonely life?
He said he loved me but this doesn't feel like love it feels like im drowning like my heart is gone and im just empty.
I want Dream i want to hear his voice i want him to call me wrong number i want to hear him laugh and talk about his day i want to hear him sing for me i want dream...please.
Theres a knock on the door should i answer? Whats the point. The knocking gets louder so i have to slowly make my way to the door.
Its Wilbur...
"George...hey i haven't heard from you in a while i wanted to make sure your ok"
I just stare at him how could i be ok no im not ok
"Can i come in.."
I step aside and go to sit down again
"Um well tommy misses you.... he says he wants to come see you again and well everyone is wondering why you didn't go to the funeral me too actually it would have meant alot to him if you went he really cared for you george im sure you know that you could have met more of the family too...."
He was talking alot and he wouldn't look me in the eyes how can he just talk like this with me doesn't he know how much it would have hurt to go to that funeral. What am i thinking of course he does he lost him to he's dreams son...he's dreams son
" i don't think i could have gone no its better i didn't go"
"Why he wou-
"BECAUSE!! BECAUSE I LOST HIM TWICE AND THE DREAM HERE, YOUR DAD , MOVED ON HOW COULD I GO AND MORN THE MAN I LOVE WITH THE FAMILY HE HAD WITH SOMEONE ELES HOW CAN I MORN WITH YOU THE PERSON WHO CUT HIM OUT OF MY LIFE"
I let out a cry that sounds pathetic to my own ears wilbur flinches at it but i can't hold it in any more.
"He said he Lo-Loved me but he moves on so right now my dream is forgetting about me. Falling in love with someone eles...AND YOU ARE A WALKING REMINDER OF THAT"
"A reminder that he didn't want me. And i get that i cant give him the life he deserves he's right we would have wasted away by that phone but honestly i wouldn't minde i just want to hear his voice. Isn't it cruel! whatever god made it possible for us to talk must have a twisted sence of humor!"
"I-I actually fell in love with someone..why oh why did they have to be from 1970"
My sobs are inconsolable wilbur is frozen just staring at me not knowing what to say but there was nothing he could say nothing could fix this.
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Cut Wire (Flowers from 1970)
FanfictionGearge is having a hard time after the wire is cut and he takes it out on Wilbur (I don't own flowers from 1970 this is just a one shot i thought of so this is fanfiction of a fanfiction)