Wrong number (Wilbur x OC)

Chapter 17 - Dying For You

TW// Mentions of dying and probably the best and saddest angst you've ever read. No seriously, I cried while making this chapter /srs.

Wilbur's POV

"Hello," her voice is cracked and it sounds like she's crying.

"Cassie," i whisper. "I didn't mean to make you cry. Just stay there,"

"Why?" She asks.

"Just stay," I say before hanging up.

Cassie's POV

He hung up and I sat there in silence. Finally, I sobbed. I didn't know what else to do.

There was a loud knock about fifteen minutes later and I go to open the door. He grabs my waist and before I knew who he was he pulls me into a kiss. At first, I panicked and tried to push him away, but he whispers through kisses and I calm down, "It's Will. I'm not here to hurt you. I promise."

I start to kiss him back and push my hands in his messy hair. He closes the door and walks us to the couch. He sits down on the couch with me straddling his lap. He stops kissing me and wipes my tears, "Why are you crying?"

"I don't want this to be fake," I say. "I have feelings for you, but I don't want this to just be a game. I don't want us to get hurt."

"Cassie," he says.

Wilbur's POV

She didn't understand words. She wasn't going to understand them. It has to be little things. She just wanted this to be real. I didn't know how to show her that.

"Cassie," I say. "Can I kiss you?"

She looks me in my eyes.

She shrugs, "That didn't stop you the first time."

I winced, "Yea, I didn't really think that through."

She grabs my hair and pulls my face towards hers, "You talk too much."

She presses her lips to mine, "Cassie, I'm not gonna hurt you."

"They always say that," she whispers. She continued to kiss me as she spoke and I didn't stop her. I wanted her to be comfortable talking to me however that worked for her.

"I'm not them," I tell her.

"I don't know that," she stops kissing me and looks me in the eyes.

"I don't know how to prove you wrong," I whisper. "You won't give me the chance."

She glances at herself in my lap, "I just did."

"What?" I didn't understand what she was trying to hint.

She pushes herself against my chest and kisses me again, "Cassie, you don't have to do this."

"I want to," she whispers. She was determined to get what she wanted, but I felt wrong. She was in a state of pain and I was letting herself hurt more by doing this.

"Cassie," I pull away. "Do you? Do you want to do this, or are you just saying that to yourself? You're in pain. I don't want to put you in more."

"Will," she looks up at me. "I'm not in pain when you're with me. You take all of it away. One day you'll realize that."

"What?" I ask. "What are you saying?"

"Will, can we just..." she takes a breath. "Can you just do this for me?"

"Are you asking as a favor?" I look at her. Inside, I felt like I was being used, but once again my heart was fighting my mind. I would do anything for her. I was completely intoxicated by her.

"Please," she whispers.

"I..." I look at her. I didn't know what to do. What would happen if I refused? What would happen if I agreed? I couldn't fight it. I couldn't fight her. I couldn't hurt her. I didn't want to hurt her. I try to look for any clues of her being drunk or any type of substance that could make her like this. There was nothing. She was herself.

"Please," she repeats, practically begging. "It's gonna be too late."

"Too late for what?" I ask her.

She grabs my collar and pushes herself up against me, "Will, I'm dying."

"What?" I yell.

"What do you mean?" I ask her. I pull away from her grip. "You're joking, right? Cassie, this isn't a joke. I...I can't lose you."

"Will," a tear fall down her eye. "I'm sorry. I'm not kidding. I wish I was, but...I'm not."

"Cassie, stop," I push her off of me and stand up. "Stop. This isn't funny. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for getting mad at you about the prank. Just please, please, tell me this is some cruel Cassie originated joke and that you're not...that I'm not gonna...I'm not gonna lose you. I can't lose you."

"Will," she stands up to grab my hand, but I pull away.

"Cassie," my voice cracks from the hurt. "You can stop. You got me. Please, please stop."

"Will, I..." she looks down. That was the moment I knew. This wasn't a joke. It wasn't a fun joke made by Cassie to get back at me and maybe there won't be anymore. That was the moment I knew I would do anything to make her happy. I walk up to her and pick her up by her waist.

I walk down the hall until I find a empty room, "Cassie, you better not be joking."

I push her up against the wall and kissed her like it was our last time because it could be. She didn't resist. She reciprocated every moment.

That was when I realized...I was in love with a dying girl and I didn't care. I didn't care because she was in love with me.

{Created: July 8, 2022, at 12:12 pm}

[Published: July, 2022, at 1:15 pm]

Word Count: 954 Words