Monophobia || cc!Wilbur x fem!oc

chapter 21.

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Did I do something wrong? There's no way she needs an entire week to look at a house, it would take her less than a day. Did I cross her boundaries? God, I totally did.

I was suffocating in the silence of the house, not willing to face Aurora yet in case I did do something.

Before I could stop myself, I was walking out the door. "I'm going for a walk," I shouted behind me, which was met with silence. I sighed, shutting the front door and making my way down the street.

Of course, right as everything is kicking into motion, something bad happened. Maybe it wasn't bad, maybe she was a distraction? But god, I love having her around as a distraction.

The way her whole face smiles, not just her mouth. The way her eyes dance around, taking a glance at everything around her.

And yet, she was still completely blind to my feelings.

"Feelings," I scoffed to myself, thumbing the password into my phone.

Without a second thought, I called Phil, tapping my hand against my hip nervously as I walked.

He picked up shortly, greeting me with "hey, Mate."

"Phil, did I do something wrong?" I blurted out. "I feel like she's avoiding me and I just- I just want to know if I did something wrong..." my voice trailed off, and I winced at how desperate I sounded.

I heard Phil sigh from the other end of the phone, before an awkward chuckle kicked in. "You did nothing wrong Will, she's just having an internal debate and needs to get out of Brighton for a bit. And no, this isn't something you can help her with," he cut in before I had a chance to.

I grumbled, frustrated with how easy he read me I and making Phil burst into laughter. "You sound like a toddler, dude."

"Do not," I mumbled, a grin adorning my face. Of course Phil would make me feel better.

We stayed quiet for a moment, before I cleared my throat. "I should probably go, see you later?"

Phil made a noise of acknowledgment, humming "bye," before the line went dead.

Well, my nerves had gone away, thank god.

But they hadn't. They were replaced by an interest on what she could be debating with herself over, each theory more laughable than the last.

I grabbed at the roots of my hair as I kept walking, groaning in frustration, before calling Niki.

"Hey Will, what's up?"

"Are you streaming?" I asked, desperation leaking into my voice again.

"No? Why, what's up?" She asked, concern lacing her tone.

I sighed, sitting down on a random bench I came across. "Niki, I like her so much it scares me, and I have no idea what to do about it."

Niki was intrigued, pressing by asking "who?"

"Aurora," I sighed, accepting my fate. "But I feel like I've overstepped her boundaries and- I guess I'm scared she'll leave me."

She quieted for a moment - only a short one - but it felt like years. Finally, she sighed.

"Will, women are more emotionally...present then men. We can't leave things as easily, a heightened sense of guilt or whatever. Trust me when I say this, Aurora won't leave."

That certainly did help calm my nerves some more. I don't have much experience with women, so Niki"s soothing words comforted me in the Phil couldn't.

"Thanks Niki, have a good evening."

"Bye!" She exclaimed.

The line went dead once more, and I looked up at the cloudy sky as raindrops began to fall, slowly at first, then picking up their pace.

Eventually, I reluctantly stood up, heading home again with my hands in his pockets.

"Maybe Aurora leaving for a week could be good! Less distractions, less guilt, maybe when she gets back, I can apologize," I thought, trying to stay enthusiastic about the situation.

Despite my attempts, I couldn't ignore the voice telling me that that I care too deeply for her, that I'll miss her two minutes before she even leaves.

And, of course, it would be right.

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The next day, she left with a hug and a wave, leaving Will to awkwardly stand there. It felt like it had when he had just moved in; isolated. He could feel the isolation climbing into his throat, and he just wanted to scream, cry, beg her back home, but he pushed the feelings away.

"No, this week will be productive," he thought, climbing into bed.

He got out of bed a total of five times that day.

He missed her.

"No shit."

Are you talking to yourself?

"What else is there to do?"

...

"..."

Mope?

"Yeah, I'll keep doing that."

And with that, he turned to the nearest distraction available, YouTube.

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Word count: 838 words
Written: December 13, 2021
A/N: I wrote this in English class and for some reason my brain went "lets break the 4th wall a teensy bit."

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