𝔗𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 [Quackbur/TNTduo]

4: 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥?

ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕥𝕪 ℙ𝕆𝕍:

The sun flooded through the window on my right. Papers where scattered out on the desk below me. The sliver lighter in my being more intresting than the boring papers.

The lighter had wings carved on it, with seemingly intricate detail. Some lines deeper than others, adding to it's captivating look. Where the flap was it said "A Sinner Has No Right of Choice."

Wonder what that means. I flipped over the small master piece. The bottom of the sliver lighter had the initals W.S. The only person with those initals is my beloved rival, Wilbur Soot.

Wait, I remember this lighter. Wilbur would always fig-it with it, like flick the top, or play with the fire. Ever since I first met him, back in L'manburg, he's had it. He'd light every cigarette with it back in Pogtopia.

This was his most prized possession. It felt wrong to have it, to try and use it against him. Instinctively I grabbed the rings on my necklace  and took it off. I put both the lighter and the rings in each of my hands, the lighter on the left and the rings on the right.

I know Karl and Sapnap forgot about me, and it hurt. It hurt for so long. For some reason seeing the checkered ring, and the ring with the purple swirl it felt wrong. It felt like they meant nothing anymore. Not pain, not the promise of a future with them, it's like I didn't care what they thought anymore. I broke up with them a few weeks ago. It felt like the best choice, but that doesn't mean it still didn't hurt.

I looked at the lighter. I felt my heart speed up just thinking about the fact that it was Wilbur's.

Wilbur, the person that was there for me, He was one of the only people that believed me when I told him about Shlatt, the person that cared. I still remember the last thing he said to me before he died, on Nov 16th. 

"There are a million things I want to say to you, "goodbye" is not one of them. I will always be there when you need me, even if you hate me, even if I'm dead, I will never give up on you."

But he still left, I still resent him for that. That hurt him more than Sapnap and Karl ever did. His death. Now that he's back, I've been such a bitch to him. I just, don't want to lose him again. I hate to admit it but, he means so much to me. That stupidly tall, handsome, brunette. I hate his voice, and when he calls me nicknames. I hate it when he smirks at me. I hate it when he gets just a little to close. I hate it the fact that I can't stop thinking of him. I hate his dumb combat boots, and his crusty old trench coat. I hate how hot he is. I hate his flirting. Prime and the worst part is, I hate how I can't get enough of him.

I make a fist with my right hand, and out of embarrassment, I throw the rings across my office. The I drop my head in my hands.

"Prime, Wilbur, what are you doing to me?"

As if on cue my door opens.

"Ah, Feathers!" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "Just the person I was looking for!" Wilbur grins.

"What do you want Wilbur?" I lifted my head, the Brit was towering over my desk. Not in an intimidating way though.

"Other than having the pleasure of seeing your pretty face? Well I'm looking for a lighter. I seemed to have dropped while we where having our lovely conversation yesterday." The brunette tilted his head, in a some what teasing matter.

"Ah, well here." I stood up from my seat, and reluctantly gave it to him. "I found it, it's really pretty" A silence fell over the room. after a few minutes, Wilbur broke it.

"Why'd you give it back? It holds so much value to me. You know that, so why not use it to your advantage?" Wilbur questioned, "I mean that's what I'd do if I got those rings-"

"It felt wrong to keep it." I interrupted him," I don't know why, it just does." I turn my head to the hardwood floor.

"Um, thank you then..." Wilbur spoke quietly, the air became tense.

"Wanna smoke?" Wilbur asks pulling out a pack of cigarettes. I lift up my head, and look at him. "With an old friend?" I think for a moment.

"Sure, why not?"

A/N
Wait-
I didn't publish this? My bad-