Your sun will rise again my love (DSMP x Reader angst)

Love is a dictionary of un-defined words

(no major tw's just yelling and ya' know the whole phil-staby-stabies Will-) (Fr tho major character death and screaming)

"JUST KILL ME PHIL"

Will's words rung through your ears the way a car horn echos through the late after-noon traffic.  You knew that he was going to die today, so did he. You knew that you'd have to watch his lifeless body sink over a sword held by no other than the only person he could call a father. You knew that you'd have to watch Tommy spiral back into the head space he was in after the election. You knew so much more than you could wrap your head around. Your heart was shattering in your chest more and more with each and every breath you took and your head was pounding from the part of you that is begging for you to run onto the stage and pull him away from the blade weilded by Philza and hug him untill your arms whent numb. 

That wasnt an option. You couldnt run up to the stage, you couldnt shout for him to please just come home, to beg for one more night with him by your side. All you could do was whisper.

"Our love is a dictionary of undefined words and every single word in the book is in a language only the two of us can understand, I'll see you in the next life my dear" 

He had written it on his desk not two days before and you will never forget those words. You thought it was just Wilbur being his poetic self but now you realised what it was. It was akin to a suicide note, accept his death hadn't been brought tohis attention yet and even now it wasnt by his own hand. 

Wilbur wrote you a letter from beyond an undug grave.

You were undoubtably inlove with him, as was he to you, but for now he must walk beyond the mortality that once had him bound to a place that he had no choice but to call home.

It's not that you think he was on his way to heaven or some great beyond, he had made quite a few unredeamable mistakes, but he would, for the first time, be free. 

And with that he pressed himself into Philza's blade and a message popped up on your communication device 

"WilburSoot was stabbed by Philza_"

It hurt, it hurt you more than anything else ever could. You dropped to you knees and screamed, you screamed at Philza, you screamed at the universe you screamed at Schlatt, and you screamed in agony. Pure, unfiltered, unfathomable agony. Your crys of begging for him to come bak, the pleading for one last kiss, it filled every bit of space in the crowd around you. 

Wilbur was free, but know his ball and chain was tighed to you. 

May he rest in peace, as the grass around where he once stood sprung back up and his blood dripped of of a heavy sword. He will most certainly not be forgotten, and he most certainly will be back. Wilbur Soot was a man of many words. This was his downfall. He was a man of many connections. None of which could stop fate.

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