Smiling Ghosts

9

((TW- BRIEF MENTION OF S>IC>DE!

[~~)George(~~]

Wilbur and I decided to just hang out for awhile in town. I actually found him very comforting. I poured in all of my problems. About my family, my online friends.  How I have a hard time expressing how I feel.

That I always run from things that are grounding me.

"You know George.. my life hasn't been so perfect either. I don't know how I've gotten to where I'm at. I had an ex. He was amazing. Always challenged me."

"That sounds fun. What happened to him?"

He smiled and looked up at the stars, "He lost hope. He killed himself. I found a note on the table that he wrote, coming back from war. He wasnt stable all alone. A broken glass of water that spilt made me realize I was never enough."

I hugged Wilbur,  "Don't ever blame yourself for that."

Wilbur hugged me back, "Thanks mate. But I know things do get better. I have a lovely wife and two amazing kids."

I looked at his necklace again, it was a singular poker chip, "Whats the story behind that?"

"My exes. We used it to make ourselves better. We were stupid drunks, always making our life a gamble. When we did stupid shit, we'll pull out this poker chip. It reminds me that he's still here. And I need to keep my shit together for him. I promised him."

I nodded, "Wilbur, I bet he was amazing." He smiled,  "Now, enough about sadness!" He looked at his clock, "Oh bloody hell, its midnight . We should get going."

I nodded in agreement, walking back to the car. His ex reminded me of Quackity. Quackity did recover from depression and... other issues.

He never talked about his ex, other than he was in the Military. He said that his ex left him there, at the hospital. Then his ex got remarried and now has a family. He was genuinely happy for his ex.

I decided to ask Big Q later. Around 12:30 pm, we had finally arrived to my house. I thanked Wilbur once again for his support and for the party. I unlocked my door, threw my keys on the kitchen counter, shrugging off my coat. Leaving it discarded on the counter as well.

I threw my shoes off and tossed them near the door. I trudged upstairs and plopped down on my bed. Blissful sleep carrying me away...

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I woke up to the blinding sun, regretting not closing my curtains. I groaned and closed them again. Trying to go back to sleep. Suddenly, my blankets were torn off of me.

"BLOODY HELL- oh, hey Dream." He looked pissed. "Where were you?"

I rolled my eyes, "Don't worry about it. I have a life you know." He flashed before me, sitting on top of me. His face inches from mine. His voice low and dangerous, "Where were you George?"

I gulped nervously, "I was out with Wilbur.  That's all. I swear Dream. We got carried away with talking. We were confiding in each other!"

His piercing yellow eyes glared at mine. His tanned skin being lit up by the morning sun. His dirty blonde hair falling in his face. His nose barely moving with his breathes. 

Light brown freckles dusted across his face like stars in the night sky. His shoulders heaving with his heavy breaths. His faced lowered.

He glanced in my eyes for consent, which I gladly gave him. I let him know by me wrapping my arms around his neck, tilting my face upwards to meet his lips.

The kiss grew passionate and steady. Deepening as we confessed our true feelings. He looked up at me and smiled, "George... I love you."

I gave him a quick peck on the lips, "I know."

//AN// Hey guys! Sorry for a boring chapter. I just needed a filler. I really wanted to bring out more of Wilbur, I wanted you all to see what motivates him. I wrote this chapter while crying soooo don't judge me. At least there's a double update! I need to catch myself up with the plot. I usually write 3 chapters ahead for perfecting the plot. Lmk what you guys think about Wilbur! I might do another backstop for the other characters because everyone here is messed up with child hood trauma. I write little things for future plots. Also, who liked my reference with Alec Benjamin  >:)

More Wilbur content to come!!