The Death That Follows

Wilbur Soot

TW: WNF, Undescriptive(?)/Implied Sex Scene, Suicide Mention

George

I ran.

I didn't care I was barefoot, or in the pajamas Sapnap had brought me.

I didn't care people were chasing me.

I ran.

You aren't enough for me, George.

It was cold, and my tear stained cheeks burned in the numb, midnight air.

You were just a distraction.

I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care. But I couldn't go home. I couldn't go back to our room, with our colors, and our bed, and our clothes.

I don't love you, George. I don't think I ever have.

"George, stop, calm down." A voice said, but I couldn't tell who it was. My vision was blurry, my world, my crushed, destroyed, dying world, spinning. "What happened? Are you okay?" Soft, warm hands wrapped around my arms, and I felt the cold night air morph into the warmth of indoors. "Did you get into an accident? What happened to your arm?" A face swam into my vision, and I fell against him, the energy leaving my body. I hadn't hung out with Wilbur much lately, being so invested in. . . him. And I forgot how good it felt to be near him. How his hair fell over his dark, almond shaped eyes.

"Wil." I whimpered, unable to breath. Unable to think. Only able to do.

So I kissed him. I kissed Wilbur Soot. Right after my fiance told me he didn't love me.

I couldn't see his reaction, my vision still too blurry, but I heard him gasp.

"George, what are you doing? What about Dre. . ." But I pulled him closer to me, making him fall over. But he caught us, and I lifted my face up again, wanting to feel something real, something tangible, on me.

And he didn't say no. I kissed him so hard I could feel my lips, already damaged, rip open. I had thought, before Dream, Wilbur liked me. But, my head was so foggy I couldn't think about what he wanted. Only what I needed.

I could see better now, and I could see Wilbur's flushed face, how his eyes were half closed.

I traced my fingers down the firm length of his stomach, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

And, suddenly, we weren't on the floor anymore. Without breaking our kiss, Wilbur had picked me up like a doll. His arms were strong and warm around me, making me feel at home. This was so different from mine and Dream's first kiss. Ours was awkward, and weird, and loaded with feelings I couldn't understand. But I didn't have to think about this, kissing Wilbur. I felt calm, and happy, and at peace here, even though my whole life had just shattered.

He carried me to another room, and we fell onto a bed, big and soft, him on top of me. I reached down for his shirt, and he helped me pull it over his head, our lips busy on each other's. My fingers explored Wil's chest, one so different from. . . his, that it surprised me. Where Dream was big, Wil was lean. Where Dream was built like a weightlifter, Wil was like a runner. Dream took over everything, while Wil didn't always have to be the big, loud one. Wil was peace, where Dream was chaos.

And I never wanted to see my ex fiance again.

Dream

Sapnap tried to stop me, but he couldn't. My finger felt naked without my ring, but I couldn't see him hurt.

More than I had already hurt him.

Smart one, aren't you? That is one thing I got from you. I can feel your happiness, your joy, distinguished like a flame under water.