This is Recovery. | A SBI Angst|

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OMFG the new Lovejoy EP is out! 5/12/23 omg... My favorite is a portrait of a blank slate, scum, and consequences.

It was Sunday, and Wil has been reviewing his exam notes for over an hour now. He's been studying since he woke up around 11 am and it's now 2:32 pm. Now just looking at all his notes. He was sure Techno would be doing the same thing too. One thing stuck in the back of his mind. That brunette boy from yesterday.

"Dad, I'm going on a walk," Wilbur says. Phil nods and turns his attention back to the tv.

He runs until his chest hurts. Until it feels like he can't breathe. His t-shirt under his sweater stuck to his back.

He climbs up the stairs and pushes open the door with his whole body.
He knew he wouldn't be there. He knew he wouldn't. But he still came back. The rooftop was empty and quiet. Nothing, but the sound of his footsteps shuffling against the not smooth cement. He drops to his knees. Hopeless. The mysterious, unnamed brunette will never get closure on where Wilbur went because he doesn't know where to find him besides this rooftop. He won't find out that Wilbur is gone.
If he even remembers him by Monday that is.
Some strangers are just meant to stay strangers and never see each other again. I mean, isn't that how strangers work?

He picks himself up and walks over to the edge. He doesn't get on it, but instead leans on it, looking at the view from this height. It wasn't that tall, but if you fall it would definitely do you some damage.  I take a few steps back from the ledge. I hadn't realized I'd been crying till I feel something tickle my face. 
And suddenly he falls to the ground; crying, not bothering to try to mute his whimpers and sniffles. At this point, it wasn't even over that brunette boy just over everything. I saw a piece of broken glass from what seemed like a jar. I pick it up and walk over to the ledge. I raise the piece of glass and carve in 'Wilbur Soot' where I was sitting on the ledge with the brunette and then add (sorry)  I draw a tiny stick figure where he was standing, so that he gets the message and that it's me even if he didn't know my name, I'm certain he isn't dumb enough to not get the message here. I put the glass where all the junk is, so he won't step on it and then it would break into small pieces and some might go through his shoe and stab him in his foot and that would hurt a lot and he might fall to the ground in pain, falling in the pile of glass on accident. 

The walk home was miserable for Wil. His head was down; staring at his shoes. He was kicking a rock but eventually missed and he was too lazy to go back, so he kept walking.

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He creeps past the living room to his room. Some loud floorboards creaked, but no one -Phil- heard him. He softly pushes his door closed behind him. All he could think about is how much he regrets not talking to the brunette boy who was only looking out for him and being friendly. There's absolutely nothing he can do about it though. 
Not like he can time-travel into the past.

Time passes till night. 

+*:ꔫ:*﹤

I'm laying in bed reading when I hear a light scraping sound against my window, a tapping sound.

It's just the wind.

It's just a tree.

It's Schlatt.

The voice says what I was thinking. I deny it. Just a tree. Just a tree. It's Schlatt. It's just a tree. Just a tree, nothing more, nothing less.

I get up. Just a tree.
I walk over to the window. Just a tree.
Open the curtains. Just a tree. 

I look out the window at the ground.