Dear, WrenSomething about the way you danced, it went something like a thread being pulled from a t-shirt. You spun, and spun, and spun. You spun until you fell into my arms and I'd cry. I wish you'd stop spinning.
Sometimes I found you dancing to your own voice. sometimes I found you dancing in silence. Sometimes I wish I asked why.
Maybe you'd still be here.
When you danced you cared about who watched because you were self conscious, you didn't want to be found weird. Maybe that's why you didn't care when I watched. I was weird to you and you were weird to me.
The perfect match right?
I can't even sway my hip to the left without thinking of yours hitting mine as we danced together.
I stopped dancing and I felt so much better but you?
You danced your worries away.
You danced your worries away.
You danced your worries away.
Why?
It didn't work, you tried for hours. Dancing didn't work. You just wanted something to work.
I could've helped. I stopped.
But I think you didn't want my help because my dancing had gotten to safe for your liking.
I wish you liked my dancing.
Love, Wilbur
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FanficI DO NOT SUPPORT WILBUR SOOT something about the way you- ________________________ Created: September 23rd 2022 Ended: September 28th 2022 This story contains serious topics and swearing. If you are not okay with then do not read this. #1 in dance...