Hurting Or Healing? (Season 2 of Long Lost Love)

Obsessions

And I'm not rooting for either

It's been a few days and honestly, it hasn't been the worst. Things are nice and calm down here, we even have a laugh once in a while. Techno finished the farm, but now he's training with us, Tommy getting better, while Will says he doesn't need it. Me and Techno exchange victories, learning from each other as training sessions go by. Tubbo has also joined Pogtopia, and is working as a spy for us, gathering intel on the events that will unfold later on.

I've been getting much needed time for myself and close ones, while also focusing on gathering materials. Will would sometimes play guitar for us, when we were bummed that we couldnt find treasures. The melody echoes throughout our humble living area, a sound that we all love hearing when we're together.

We'd sometimes start a campfire in the middle and gather around it, just like how we used to spend the nights when we were younger, which was my idea. We even got Techno aboard. He was hesitant, as it wasn't helping us with grinding, but after some convincing he begrudgingly joined us. He'll never admit it, but I know he likes doing that.

Aside from us hanging out and reviving a faded sibling hood, Will has been acting strange lately. Stopping in the middle of his songs for no apparent reason, zoning out more frequently, becoming distant and the more apparent being claiming he was hearing voices. It was a thing that ran in the family, with Techno as a walking example, but his was stranger. While Techno could control his bloodlust and voices, Will seemed like he was almost giving into them. Which is weird considering he has a stronger will than Tech. This could be something we should worry about.

Maybe he's just a bit stressed on the current situation. He tends to close himself off when something goes wrong for him. I talked him out of blaming himself for mistakes many times, but I haven't talked with him privately in a long time. I should go speak with him, see how he's feeling.

I got up from my seat and made my way towards Will's room. I knocked softly on the door and heard his footsteps near the door. He opened it with a look of grimace, but immediately changed it when he saw me.

"Hello, Elaine, what brings you here?" His eyes were drowsy and the smell of alcohol seeped from his door. He had been drinking.

"I wanted to talk to you, alone" he made way for me in his room and I entered with him following closely behind. His room was a mess with books lying on the ground, but now's not the time to be judgemental.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asked eagerly. I noticed he had dark circles under his eyes and his usually combed hair was a cluster of uncombed curls under his beanie.

"Well, I just wanted to see how you were" I replied, making eye contact. His expression faltered, but he fixed it quickly.

"I'm fine, why'd you ask?" He slurred again, towering over me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated.

"Don't give me that 'I'm fine' excuse Wilbur, I know when you lie" I deadpanned. He stuttered for a second before responding.

"What do you mean? I'm not lying" he lied again. I don't know why he's lying but he can't stop me from seeing through it.

"Will" I put a hand on his. He was taken back by surprise.

"I know something's wrong. Please, don't torture yourself and tell me what it is" I calmly asked of him, to which he sat next to me in silence. His face had turned stone cold.

"Wilbur?" I called out to him. He seemed out of the world, but that was just his thinking face.

"Elaine" his voice took a sharp turn. It was deep and menacing, meaning he was serious about what he's about to say.

"Elaine, I'm losing myself" he whispered, which I barely made out. Losing himself? What has been going on in his head?

"What happened?" I rubbed circles on his back, comforting him. His face darkened.

"I-We lost L'manburg. A nation I built from the ground up with Tommy. We fought wars, we were betrayed, we stood up to that tyrannist bitch-" he stopped himself from going further. I worriedly kept my eyes on his eyes, as that's where he displays most of his emotions. They were hollow but not fully empty. They were full of something I couldn't see.

"We lost everything" he summarized, the once colourful eyes now becoming grey and dull.

"We can still take it back" I encouraged, even though I doubted myself at those words.

"Can we? Look at the odds Elaine! Schlatt has Dream and his team on his side along with Quackity, Nikki and even my own son! We're outnumbered!" He lashed out, causing me to flinch. He simmered down a bit after taking a few breaths.

"But who do we have on our side? We got the blood god himself, an ambitious kid who would do anything for his country, we even got Tubbo working for us from the inside" I reasoned with him. Usually I'm the pessimist and he's the optimist, but he needs positivity right now.

"And you even have a serial killer" I joked to lighten the mood, but he didn't crack a smile.

"Face it Elaine, Techno could very well be bribed, Tommy can't keep himself out of harm's way, Tubbo could betray us for all we know!" His words were not something I expected from Wilbur. What happened to the quirked up white boy with a little bit of swag, busting it down sexual style?

"And you" he paused and glanced at me. Quickly averting his eyes back to the wall infront.

"You were kidnapped twice now. And almost killed multiple times. You think of yourself as someone who can take care of themself, but end up in a life threatening situation every day" he scolded me. I knew he was in a rough state of mind, so as much as I wanted to argue, I kept my mouth shut.

"And still, why can I not stop thinking about you?"