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The End

He didn't cry, he smiled. "Are you sure your okay mate?" Phil pats Wilbur on the shoulder, he had been reading the letter along with Wilbur and Tommy.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine" he folds the piece of paper, standing up and crouching down to grab the small shoe box under his bed.

"What's that..?" Tommy looks down at Wilbur curiously as Wilbur opens the box.

"Letters" He places the much more thought out letter on top of his own 26. "Let's go"

"What? Where are we going?" Wilbur starts walking away as Phil and Tommy look at each other confused. "Wil!"

The two catch up with him right before he leaves the flat, they both follow the taller man out as he walks with a happy smile on his face.

"Are you okay Wilbur?" Tommy looks up at his brotherly figure with a concerned look, the man did just lose his girlfriend.

"Never felt better"

Phil and Tommy look at each other, worried that Wilbur had lost it. "Uh...okay..."

"Tommy, Phil. Do you know why, I loved Wren so much?" They both shake their head and Wilbur smiles, "even through all the pain, she still could say sorry. Sure, she would beat me down. I'd cry, but I still made a few happy memories - and that's better than none"

They were so confused but just nodded their heads to Wilbur's little speech.

They arrive at the pier, Wilbur sits down so the two copy him. "...so..." Tommy was weirded out by what was going on.

"You know...I don't think I'm angry at her anymore. I think she's forgiven" He stands up, leaving the box and the two confused minecraft streamers in silence.

Wilbur comes back with a pile of rocks, dropping then down behind Tommy and Phil. "Okay what the fuck is going on mate?"

"I'm letting this weight go" He opens the shoe box and fills it with rocks. Taking some masking tape out of his pocket. He tapes every single part of the box, making sure no water can get in before throwing the box off the pier.

"Dude! The turtles!" Tommy looks up at Wilbur to see a proud smile on his face, Tommy smiles. "You know what, we can worry about the turtles later. Fuck Wren!" Wilbur slaps Tommy in the back of the head, "sorry...sorry, not fuck Wren!"

"I'm proud of you mate." Phil stands up and pats Wilbur on the back, "Let's go get pizza"

Tommy jumps to his feet, "domino's!"

Phil laughs and nods, Tommy runs past Wilbur and off the pier, Phil soon following.

Wilbur smiles and stares into the ocean, Phil turns back. "You coming mate?" A single tear rolls down to Wilbur's jaw, a slight tap being felt. He smiles as blush rises to his cheek, wiping the water streak as he turns around.

"Yeah, coming!"

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And that is the end
Did you enjoy?
This is really sad to be honest
So let's "Brighton"
The mood with this funny
Thing I thought of.

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"Paul! I think I caught something!" Johnny reels back his fishing rod as he tries to pull the "fish" out of the water.

Paul rushes over and grabs Johnny's shoulders, tugging him back.

They both fall back into the boat as the "fish" flings into the boat. "That ain't no fish Johnny"

"What is it?" They both sit up, Paul takes the shoe box and grabs his pocket knife, carefully cutting the tape off so he can open it.

"...it's...just a hunk of junk! Check this out Johnny, some loser wrote some letters and dropped them in the sea because his girlfriend died" Paul passes a few papers to Johnny.

"...this...this..."

Paul leans forward, "yeah?"

"This is a masterpiece! Fuck you Paul" Johnny shoves Paul off the boat, covering the papers to make sure no water hits the letters.

"Why I ought'a!" Paul pops out of the water as Johnny speeds away on the speed boat, making it back to the pier.

"Well..." He gets out of the boat, taking the box and removing the rocks, closing it and placing it softly in the water. "...I hope you make it to someone that knows what to do with these letters" He gently pushes the box back into the water. (Away from Paul of coruse)

Johnny stands up and takes his hat off, smiling at the box drifting away into the sea and into the world's hands.

The end