George gazed at the gently dancing sunflowers ahead of him, halted a few metres away; lowering his mushroom hat down from his head and carefully dropping it down onto the grassy floor beneath. It was such a beautiful yet painful sight. The brunette exhaled a sigh... the sunflowers didn't seem as bright anymore. The breeze blew his cape away from around his body, fluttering around behind him; making the Brit chilled... yet at this point he didn't care.
This numbness was oddly comfortable now. George shifted his gaze downward to the floor, ignoring the sea of yellow, down to his feet.
Thoughts blurred through his mind:
Was he going to survive by himself in this state?
Would the stages of grief blow over or was he going to be stuck in them?
We're the stages just gonna keep repeating in a cycle until he perhaps joined Wilbur in death?
He'd never thought so much in his life... emotions were becoming more and more weird in his sight of things now. It almost felt like they were living parasites within now or something.
Abruptly... a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind. George held his breath for a moment, feeling someone burry their face into the crook of his neck. A familiar aroma of earth and caramel came to his senses... he almost choked on his own oxygen when he finally released his breath.
"Wilbur...?"
Gently, the person turned him around; the taller, curly-haired brunette coming into his vision... a saddened yet warm smile on his face as those beautiful chocolate eyes gazed down at him. George couldn't speak... and Wilbur simply didn't; instead interlocking a pair of their hands, using the other to cup his face carefully. His thumb gently brushed over his soft cheek, tears brimming at the shorter's eyes.
Wilbur was... right there. In front of him. He was alive. It really had been just a terrible nightmare. His love was back...
At that instance, Wilbur leant forward, tenderly connecting their lips with such care... holding the smaller securely in his arms, tears silently falling down both of their faces. It was ever so sad... yet ever so perfect. George's heart was leaping with relief, relishing in the familiarity of his partner. How he had longed for these moments again... and finally they'd returned. Such precious moments...
The pair parted after a long moment, gazing into one another's dark pools, just being together in the serenity of reuniting. The biggest, purest smile formed upon George's face... utter love.
But... it soon fell. It fell as Wilbur's figure suddenly started fading. Fading into the nothingness of the air.
"Will...?"
His lover's touch was becoming shallower by the second, that saddened smile gazing at him with such tragedy. And as soon as he'd appeared... he was gone.
Wilbur was gone...
George stared ahead... past where his love had stood... shocked. Despaired. In sorrow... hopeless.
It still was just a nightmare... right? Surely Wilbur would come back? Yeah, of course! He wouldn't leave him!
He wouldn't!
He wouldn't leave him...
No.
No he wouldn't...
Wilbur wouldn't leave him.
Wilbur wouldn't leave him!
Wilbur would never leave him! Never! NEVER!
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༆𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑦~ WɪʟʙᴜʀNᴏᴛFᴏᴜɴᴅ༆
Fanfiction!ON HOLD, ALSO BEING EDITED! ꧁Grief. It overwhelmed George at the death of his lover. Wilbur had always been the unstable type, but what about when he reached his limit? When he asked his own father to assist him in suicide of sorts after blowing up...
