Dear, Wren
Something about the way you were so fascinated by one window, any window. You loved looking through them, I don't know why exactly.
The window in our bedroom, whenever you didn't want me near you that was the place you went, I think you would monolog in your head.
The window of the Uber car we'd take home, you would shake my arm and explain how you saw the coolest car ever, if I missed it you'd get so upset and say I missed out.
The mirror in our bathroom, you were convinced it was a window. I had to buy a new one because you were so paranoid, I wasted so much money on you.
I think I was just your window, when your bored. Or feeling lost - now I'm just quoting my songs, maybe I had a little inspiration from you.
You know, the one thing I will always love about you is your style. It was just like mine, you loved vintage cars, vinyls, old looking clothing.
Today my friend Phil offered to get me a therapist, I told him I already have one and their actually helping. Their the one that told me to write these after all, to act like I'm writing to you as if it'll make me feel better - for your information it has made me feel much, much better.
It has helped me realize I hate you, I never want to hear your name come out of my mouth ever again.
Sincerely, Wilbur
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FanfictionI 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...
