︶꒦꒷𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐞 ꒷꒦︶ || Wilbur X OC (UNDER EDITING)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟐

The sunset wasn't visible as the grey clouds covered the whole sky, the wind howling as it harshly blew her hair. Getting tired of constantly fixing the strands of hair that flew in front of her face she decided to just let it happen. Hitting a rush of emotions she marched down the concrete, this was it. 

After a week of thinking things through she was ready to confront him. After Tommy had left her house her thoughts came rushing to her, she was finally able to process everything. The text, the polaroid, everything Toby and Clay had spoken to her about, it all made sense now. And that box was the answer to their theory, to the questions she had asked herself. The fury in her at boiled for days, she had fallen for a homicidal liar. He lied to her, kept his biggest secret from her. 

Not only had Dianne thought about herself in this situation, but she thought to her friends. Poor Tommy, what was he going to do when the truth got out? And Toby, he was so fucking right about everything and she regretted ignoring him for so long. Deciding she to take the fall for her two friends, she was going to be the one to confront Wilbur. Not Tommy, he didn't need to handle this, and not Toby, he had gone through enough already trying to solve this bullshit. 

Coming to a halt the door in front of her taunted her. She didn't know if she truly hated Wilbur though, that was the thing, she fucking loved him. They had spent endless nights fooling about, mornings clinging to each other's arms, sharing kisses left and right. Dianne had never known someone to be so kind, so gentle, yet here she was at his front door about to confront him over homicide. 

Raising her hand to the door she knocked twice not bothering to take a step back. The door opened swiftly, before she could even acknowledge the presence of the tall brunette he had already embraced her into a hug, his head sat on top of hers. She stood stiffly for a moment before hesitating to hug him back, pressing her head to his chest. His heartbeat was fast, throbbing harshly. 

After a few moments, the boy let go, Dianne doing the same. "I missed you, so so much" He stared into her eyes. She stared back into his noticing the tears welling up momentarily before disappearing. "I missed you too" she whispered, sincerely, she really did mean it. "Please, come in" He moved to the side, Dianne making her way into the house. 

Her footsteps echoed through the silent house, even when the door was shut gently it still echoed. She stood still exhaling as her mind wandered to the thought of where to even begin. Telling someone that you found their box full of evidence of a murder they committed wasn't the easiest. She turned around to face the tall boy, the two not sure what to say to each other. Dianne hadn't really considered till now how weird it might be for Wilbur right now. After avoiding him for a whole week he probably didn't even know what to say to her, he was pretty much clueless.

"So... I think we should sit..." Dianne looked to the sofa. Wilbur gave a nod before the two sat down on the cushions. Her eyes stared at the carpet, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to find the words to start with. "Whatever it is, I'm sorry" Wilbur spoke interrupting her thoughts. She looked up to him, his eyes pleading. "I'm sorry" He repeated, his tone shaky. 

Dianne's heart sank, part of her really didn't want to do this, she honestly, truly, hated every single bit of this whole situation. Exhaling she finally spoke. "Wilbur, I found the box." She stared straight into his eyes. "I know what you did." She blurted out her thoughts.

"Wh..." Not bothering to finish that sentence Wilbur's heart dropped, and his eyes widened in shock. "I..." He couldn't mutter a single word, his mouth was open but nothing came out. Dianne's heartbeat picked up as she had just realized what she had just said. She watched as Wilbur's eyes began to well up with tears. "Why?" She asked, she felt her face heat up as tears started to form in her eyes as well.