𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝟷𝟷. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞

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𝟷𝟷. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞

Wilbur was such a dickhead, and for what?

Once again, Wilbur was sat in his room, not quite sure whether he should feel sorry for himself. He felt sorry for Tommy that he was such a shit brother, but he also felt sorry for ending up in this situation.

Unfortunately, or fortunately -depending from what perspective you're viewing the issue through- a knock interrupted his endless cycle of depressing thoughts.

As much as Wilbur didn't want to talk to anyone, especially not his family, he told the person on the other side of the door to come in. The door opened to reveal Phil standing there, holding some paperwork.

Wilbur straightened his back before giving Phil a weak smile.

''How are you doing?'' Phil asked. Wilbur simply shrugged. Phil nodded and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

Wilbur -for some reason- was petrified.

''You know, I was thinking,'' Phil started as he walked over to Wilbur's bed. The brunet moved over so his father could sit next to him. ''that we should probably have a nice day out, you know, just the two of us?'' Phil smiled.

Wilbur didn't nescerilly want to go out with Phil. Those thoughts that kept reminding him Phil was the reason his parents were dead, that he was the reason for those ten years of feeling unloved, kept resurfacing. He hated those thoughts.

Wilbur shouldn't be the one hating Phil. Phil should be the one hating him.

Wilbur was the villain, Phil was the hero who accidentally killed some people in an attempt to save more lives.

''I don't know, I've got songs to write and stuff-'' Wilbur started mumbling. Phil sighed before cutting him off.

''It wasn't really a question mate. We're going to the mall and we're going to have fun. We can go watch a movie if you want too'' Phil stated. The comment made Wilbur sigh as he attempted to suppress a small chuckle.

''Alright, we're leaving in fifteen minutes then'' Phil said, getting up again before turning back around to look at Wilbur. ''By the way, I was cleaning out my office and found your file. It's not much use to me anymore since you're under my insurance and doctor and stuff, so I thought you might want it? Or we could just throw it out, of course''

Wilbur stared at Phil. For ten years he wasn't allowed to touch his file and now he was just going to be handed it?

''Oh yeah, could I have it?'' Wilbur said. Phil nodded and handed him the papers he'd been holding onto since he'd walked into the room.