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|> ᴴᵉʳᵉ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ <|Pt. 3 ❤

Music inspo: Shoutout to @elmowastakenlol. They have a Spotify playlist for their book (which you should definitely go check out!) and I listened to it a bit while I wrote :D
Wilbur's playlist on his Wilbur Music channel is the other music I listened to while I wrote.

Anyways, here's a continuation of the last one shot! There will be another part to this <3 Enjoy~

Certain events in this one-shot have been made up for story's sake.

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I tossed and turned in my bed, my eyes wide open and staring blankly at my ceiling. Butterflies crawled up my For some reason, I found myself searching for little glow and dark splotches, and soon a memory arose in my brain.

When I was younger, back in Vermont (more specifically, Montpelier), I had little star stickers that my mother had put on my ceiling for me since I was scared of the dark, and for hours on end I would stare at those little stars until I fell asleep, dreaming of vast galaxies and constellations. Oftentimes, though, as I grew older, I found myself staring at those stars, using them to sort out my thoughts, and in the process, I ended up staying up for hours on end. Instead of being reasonable and taking them down, I traded them out for real stars instead and would go out onto my roof to gaze at what I could. I loved watching the cosmos expand into the mountains and forests, and would stay out there for as long as I liked. With the rules, I got back inside safely and got enough sleep.

But when we moved to England and into big city life, those stars disappeared. The light pollution was so bad in Birmingham that there were hardly any stars in the sky. Unless you counted satellites and those little monitor things on airplanes.

My parents didn't hear the end of it until I moved out when I was 19. I took myself to Brighton, eager for brighter night skies and cleaner, coast air. I had always loved the coast, so moving here was a great idea in my eyes. There were definitely more stars, the air felt much cleaner for my lungs, and I felt a lot safer than when I had in the bigger cities. Of course, every city came with its blessings and curses.

And blessings with curses.

Like Will.

I usually went out onto the roof of my apartment to look at the stars but stopped when someone started playing their heart out to the people below them. Which I didn't mind at all. It made me grow a newfound love for music, sort of chasing my fear of the dark away, in a sense.

You could imagine my irritation when he first started playing out there. At first, I considered barging out there and declaring I wanted to look at the stars. I usually did that before when anyone else was up there doing dumb crap, but I decided that it might seem selfish for me to be like, this is my roof. Yeah no, that was selfish. He was probably up there for the same reason as me-

To just, chill out.

So I'd go back and forth from my apartment and up the stairs. I will admit, I got a killer workout, thanks to Wilbur. Due to me stressing out whether or not he'd left the roof yet or not, I would constantly be checking to see when he'd leave. Eventually, it ended with me just sitting right up against the doors, peeking through the window every few minutes to make sure he wasn't packing up without my knowing (admittedly, I thought he would hear me when I started dashing down the stairs, but we have a big roof). When he did start packing up, I practically run back to my room, and then wait a good five minutes before going back up, consistently looking around to make sure he wasn't anywhere near before I'd go up to the roof. Many times, I'd just go back to my room and stay there, his voice imprinted into my head as I fell asleep.

And now here I was, longing for past and present comforts alike.

I sighed, sitting up and looking over at my clock that sat dimly lighting my desk. 12:34 am.