Frozen hearts - || WILBUR•SOOT||

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Wilburs POV

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Mrs Soot drunkenly screamed at her 17 year old son, after beating him black and blue.It was 3am on a Saturday in London but that didn't seem to bother Wilbur's mother.
Carrying his guitar (which he took everywhere), Wilbur knew exactly where he would go, the tracks and that is where he headed.
His nose throbbed violently, his mother had broken his nose with a whack of her empty wine bottle and shards of glass pierced his skin, He could feel blood seeping out of the cuts and out of his nostrils but je paid no attention to it, hoping the pain would subside.

After a few minutes of walking through the deserted streets, the young man stopped at a ladder on the side of the road and began to climb it. This ladder lead to a platform, way above the surrounding buildings. The wind sung through the trees and messed up his curly, brown hair - which was overdue a haircut.
Wilbur came here often to reflect, he usually thought about what it would feel like to jump onto the tracks beneath him, to let go of all his problems. When he came he, he felt as of he could touch the clouds. The best thing about the platform, in the boys opinion, was the stars. Will loved the stars and he could ramble about the for hours on end.
The 17 year old scrambled onto the platform and laid on his back, admiring the galaxies above him.
Sitting back up, he swung his guitar around his neck so it sat on his lap and began to play his new song he had been working on, 'Your city gave me asthma'.

Hours that felt like minutes had passed, the sun was beginning to rise and Wilbur had fallen into a deep sleep on the cold concrete, he dreamt of a happier, calmer life in a town along the beach- as he often did, his neck ached with an uncomfortable nights sleep. When he woke up, the boy was met with a frosty morning and a gorgeous view, to that he jumped to his feet once more and climbed back down to solid ground.

As he reached the pavement below, he checked the time ,'9:45am' it read, he knew there would be people out and about at this time of morning and he utterly dreaded the looks he would get: his hair scruffy, his clothes dirty and glittered with glass, his eyes bloodshot, bags heavy, his nose broken and his face punctured with the aftermath of the early morning row with his mother.

Walking to the small costa down the road, he was welcomed by a few judgemental whispers and stares but he was used to it by now. He ordered a simple hot chocolate since that was all he could afford. Tiredly, he took his warm beverage, handed the kind cashier his money before exiting the warm shop and going back to the cold, yet calming platform. The brunette arrived around 10 minutes later and, for the second time that morning,he climbed up to his favourite spot in London. Wilbur swung his guitar onto his back, his hot chocolate in one hand and the rusty ladder in the other.
When the reached the top, there was something left there. To his surprise, foot prints. Far too small to be of his own but those of a girl around his age, this mysterious girl must've sat at the edge, where he usually sits, because of the imprints in the frost. He examined these marks; dainty hands that were almost half the size of his, a cup of some sort, a guitar and.. blood..? She seemed to have a similar personality and life to Wilbur but he could only assume.
His brown eyes drifted to the tracks, this place felt like home. He has been climbing up here since he found it about 4 years ago, when he was 13.

The boy heard frost crunching behind him; a person? An animal? He whipped his head around to look at the cause of this sound. Before him, a beautiful young girl, around his age, with dainty hands, a guitar, a costa cup and a blood stained t-shirt. This was the mystery imprint girl!
Wilbur didn't realize how long he was staring until he was met with her voice,
"Hello?" Her voice has a thick geordie accent, which Wilbur liked
Wilbur stuttered "Oh yeah sorry, I didn't realize I was staring, I mean I saw the imprints in the frost and I was making sure it was actually you who made them-"
His rambling was cut of by the girl dropping down into the empty space next to him.
"Nicole, Nicole Baileys." She stuck out a hand.
"Wilbur, Wilbur Soot." He smiled and connected his hand with hers.
"What brings you up here?" He asked.
"Just thinking, really." Nicole replied.
She finally looked him in the eye, noticing his battered nose she asked,
"What the fuck happened?"
"My mum, that's what happened." He sighed with a light chuckle.
They both looked to the sky in silence, soaking in eachother's presence. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but a silence that felt like a warm blanket draped over the two of them, despite the cold of London