An eye for vengeance

11

(Wils POV)

It has been 2 days. Me and quackity hadn't spoken, but he was still staying at Phil's, as was I.

Everyone sat around the dining table, in front of a bowl of soup Phil had whipped up.
The table was silent, and awkward. Nobody was saying anything to eachother and the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Tommy was visibly confused, silently judging my ragged sweater I'd worn for the past few days and my severe eye bags that seemed to be getting progressively worse. My face and body were covered in painful bruises from my fight with schlatt, and every single one of them hurt like hell.

"So," techno began, "are you going to tell me where the bruises are from?" His eyes narrowed between me and Quackity.

"It doesn't really matter." I spoke, pushing what was left of my bowl of soap away from me and sitting back into my seat.

"It sort of does, Wilbur." Quackity didn't look at me when he spoke, but he had no issue staring at techno.

I huffed, "No, it doesn't. So I'd appreciate if you'd shut the fuck up."

My so called 'perk' hadn't appeared again since the fight, and it was pissing me off, along with a few other things.

"No! I won't shut the fuck up. You're being inconsiderate!"

"Quackity you're going to really piss me off, be quiet."

I'd often thought of Alex as 'my sunrise.' That was the sort of energy he used to give me, but too much time in the sun drains you, and you get to hot, and start to hate it.

Sometimes, the curtains are better off being kept closed, and it's better to keep the light out.

The rest of dinner was as fine as it could be, and I'd found myself back on one of the many roofs in las nevadas, with a cigarette in one hand, and a bottle of vodka in the other.

I placed the vodka down and tapped away the remains of the cig' before taking out a pen and paper.

Dear, sunrise.

I miss you, dearly. I truly believe the only thing that can part us for good is death. I will always belong to you, my heart is yours, my angel.

No matter what, when you need me most I will always be there for you. And we may hate, and despise each other to our hearts content, but I will still be here waiting for you.

I care for you still, and I will; forever.
Don't let me get the better of you, I promise we will heal soon my love. Soon. You hate the word soon, as do I. But soon is we; we are soon.

My lover; alias volat propriis. He flies by his own wings.

Until death do us part;
         Your admirer, Wilbur.

With no intention to send it, I slid the letter into my pocket and hung my legs off the side of the building. I might just be melodramatic, but I really miss us.

I miss the hugs, the kisses, the talks, the sex, all of it. If there was something, anything I could do to be able to express my feelings again, I'd do it. But I can't, I just can't. Nothings that easy.

I feel the presence of someone else approaching and sit up, turning to see Alex sat a small distance next to me and gave a half arsed smile.

"hey, wil."

"hey, how'd you know I'd be here?"

"your predictable I guess. I came to tell you that I'm-"

"No, I'm sorry. Everything's so shitty and I miss you. I hate that your revived and you don't remember how anything was before-"

"Could you tell me about it?"

I paused, and eventually nodded after some hesitation. "It was sweet. I was so in love with you, we were so in love with each other. I remember waking up in the mornings and feeling like I would be okay. You made me feel okay, and that's a lot. You listened as well, made me feel heard, and seen. For a while, we actually felt like a family. You, me, and tallulah. She admired you, almost as much as I did, and I loved you so much, Quackity. I don't think I'll ever be able to explain it to you, there's no words in any language to say it. We were perfect, and then we weren't."

Quackity shuffled closer to me and leant his head on my shoulder."what really happened? I know dream killed me, but I want to know all the details."

"well, we were fighting I think, well we had been that day. I was stressed that everything was to peaceful, and I must've jinxed things. Tommy came over and delivered us news that dream was free. You told me you wanted to check on tallulah, and you didn't come back down for a while." I felt my eyes water and turned my head as I spoke, "I went up to see you, and when I got into the room, tallulah was gone, and you were bleeding out. I sat by you, and we cried, we cried until you went stiff, then I was left to my own devices."

"I really wish I remembered things. Maybe things wouldn't be so difficult if I did."

I let my tears fall and leant my head against Quackity. "You know, I'd never felt that sort of pain. I've felt grief, regret, loss, but not all at once. And it had never been so painful."

"I wish I could give you what you want."

"You are what I want."

"So let me give that to you,"

"No Quackity, we're to late. It's not our time."

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