𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃:
It's been a whole month since I moved. Although I've tried, I haven't talked to y/n since. I know it's not that big of a deal, but I really do miss them. I feel as if they're mad at me, and I'm mad at myself. I could have stayed and I didn't. My friends joe, mark, and ash were supposed to come over today but I told them to stay home. Instead, I'm laying on my bed feeling bad for myself. I stumble into my bathroom and look in the mirror. A single tear streams down my face and I hurry to wipe it off. I look at the wall in front of me and ball up my hand into a fist. I swing and punch the wall, breaking through it instantly. "Sh*t!" I shout, falling backwards. I hadn't known how thin these walls were. Or did I just hit hard? It didn't matter, I had already damaged my new house, and my hand was now bleeding. Slowly, I lean against the wall behind me and slide onto the floor. I start to cry and lay my head in my hands. "F*ck!" I scream at the top of my lungs. After standing, I grab some bandages out of the cabinet and wrap up my hand.
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Roommates(Wilbur X y/n)
FanfictionYour roommate has recently moved out, and you're struggling to find a new one. The perfect opportunity falls in your hands as you eventually meet the love of your life. - I spent a lot of time on this story so I'm not taking it down, but please send...
