wilbur stood over the ledge of the building he tried killing himself on, a little over a month ago.
he watched as the cars underneath him move by, and he stood closely at the edge. it was dark at night, all the building lights of the city were all flared up. he took a deep sigh as he smiled to himself.
he took a step off of the ledge.
and he got back down from the ledge, being as careful as he could, to not fall. wilbur then pulled out a singular rose, and a picture frame. the picture consisted of a drawing. it was a drawing that tommy had made for wilbur, two weeks ago, and it was a drawing of him, tommy, and they were on top of the mountains, watching the stars. tommy wrote a little note on it.
"happiness often sneaks in through a door, that you didn't know you left open"
wilbur looked at the quote and took it to heart. he held it deep in his heart, tightly. it was very precious to him and he will never forget it. he set the flower down, and pulled out another piece of paper. he quickly drew the two of them sitting on a hill with a tree. and a quote he had memorized,
"hope is a funny thing because in a way it’s everywhere, people will say ‘everything happens for a reason’ or ‘it will all work out in the end’ — which are very hopeful sentiments — it’s just that they’re also, you know, bullshit. and for me anyway, they just don’t hold up in the face of real suffering. but i’ll tell you what does hold up for me. there’s an Emily Dickinson poem that starts out, ‘hope’ is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul - and sings the tune without the words - and never stops - at all.’ and you’ll notice that Emily Dickinson doesn’t say that one never stops hearing the song of hope — only that it doesn’t stop playing.
i’m really sorry that you’re in so much pain, and your pain is real, but the song of hope is still singing. And I know you can’t hear it, but someday soon you will."
— John Green
wilbur left that drawing there along with the rose, and took a big inhale of the fresh air. he smiled contently. he looked up at the sky, and a quick shooting star flashed by. wilbur smiled, and closed his eyes.
he knew that tommy was safe, and that he wasn't suffering anymore. and wilbur was okay with that.
so with that, wilbur left.
he left and he never looked back at that building ever again. and he was glad he didn't.
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Fanfictionwilbur soot is suicidal, one day he decides that he wants to end his life, he prepares his goodbyes, and decides to attempt to jump off a building. that is until he meets a certain blonde 17 year old on that same exact roof. and before he knows it...
