An eye for vengeance

12

(Quackity POV)

Wilbur lifted his head from my shoulder and turned to face me. "We're to late, I'm sorry."

I felt my eyes water and looked back into his eyes, hollow eyes. "But sometime soon, right? I can wait."

"No, I'm sorry, Alex. There's someone out there for you I know there is, but it's not me, I'm sorry."

"Wilbur.. do you think we ever really had a chance?"

Wilbur bit his cheek and let out a choked sob. "Maybe we did, just not in our lifetime, hm? Maybe there's a parallel universe where we have more than just a chance."

"I think in another universe your my forever. I just wish it was this one."

I noticed how he'd given up on holding his tears in, wils cheeks were littered with tears and so were mine. It had occurred to me that I'd never seen him this broken, I could see it in his tear stained face, and I searched for some sort of light in his eyes, but there was none left to cure my sorrow.

"Where do we go from here?" He mumbled, and I shrugged, watching the sun lower itself over the tall buildings.

"Nowhere yet."

We shared a minute or two of silence and wilbur sat up, clearing his throat, no longer facing me - but instead the sunset.

"I would've loved for you to meet my mother. I know it was never possible, but I think she would've really liked you."

"She's proud of you wil, I know she is."

"I hope so. I know I've fucked up a lot but- I don't know."

He sighed and dug his hand into his pocket, before taking mine with his other and holding it open. He opened his other hand and dropped a necklace into my palm.

"I- I made it for you before you died. You loved it, never took it off. I took it for myself the night you passed, I think you should have it."

I examined the piece of Jewellery; a gold chain with a beautiful blood-red ruby hanging from it, on the back of the pendant read both of our initials in wills scruffy handwriting.

Speechless, I wrapped my arms around him tightly and sobbed dramatically into his shoulder. "I really love you Wilbur soot, I really do."

His arms embraced me tightly as he whispered, "I love you to, darling."

I felt sick, knowing I was losing the only thing I had was petrifying; I had no idea where I'd go after this. Wilbur and I were soon going to go seperate ways, and we know that was for the better, but he was all I had.

I don't know anyone here, I don't know my way around here, I don't remember any valuable information other then what happened in Manberg, and I don't think our rivalry era will help me in this situation.

Me and wilbur; my forever boy, we're officially done, and that was all.

And that was two and a half
Years ago.

I walked through my home city happily, Las Nevadas had gotten far in the time I was gone, it was beautiful now. There were children, run in through the streets in the sun among the dogs chasing there sticks.

"Charlie! What's up dude?" I cheered as my assistant skipped over to me, his brown hair blowing gently in the breeze.

"Alexis Quackity of las nevadas! I thought you weren't in today?" He chirped as we made our way into a tall office building.

I laughed, handing my coat to a bodyguard at the side of the door and making my way into the elevator, Charlie still glued to my side. "Well, I wasn't. But schlatt went to work, so I figured I might as well."

"Well I never, Jschlatt of Manburg and Alexis Quackity of las nevadas. Are you two married yet?"

"Married?! Slime, please. I've only ever nearly been married to- well- a few people."

"Uh huh! I've heard it all before! Sapnap and Karl of Kinoko kingdom, and Wilbur soot of Manburg!"

I stopped in my tracks and faced Charlie. "Where'd you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Him, wilbur. Where'd you hear that?"

"Oh! Schlatt told me when he was dropping in on your night shift."

I shifted uncomfortably, before the elevator doors opened with a reassuring; ping!

Charlie and I walked down the hallway to my office where I sat at my desk and he sat opposite. "Well, he and I weren't nearly married, at all. Don't bring that up again, it's not your place."

"Sorry, Mr President."

I nodded and looked out the large pane windows over the city. "Look at my nation, Charlie. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes sir!"

The door clicked open and I turned to see my boyfriend walking towards the desk.

"Morning Sweetheart." Schlatt cooed, walking over to me and kissing my forehead. "How are you?"

"I'm okay, thanks schlatt."

The ram nodded and his eyes met with the necklace on my neck, and then with my own eyes. "Alex, what have I told you about wearing that thing?"

"It means a l-"

Before I could finish my sentance, the chain was ripped off my neck by his cold hands, and the ruby fell to the floor. I flinched as schlatt stood on it with his black dress shoes and I heard the gem crack. "He has nothing to do with us and it continues to stay that way, understood?"

I clenched my jaw in anger and looked down, my eyes watering.

"Alex. Is that understood?" The man squeezed my wrist tightly and I welped in pain before meeting his gaze and nodding. "Yeah, got it."

Schlatt nodded and smiled, patting my head and leaving the room after waving at Charlie.

"Forgive me for being so nosy, Mister President, but that doesn't seem like a
Healthy-" Charlie began, but I quickly shut him down, looking at the cracked ruby on my office floor. "Charlie, can you clean up this mess?"

The boy nodded and picked up the shiny fragments of red, and the gold hoop that attatched it to the now snapped chain.

I watched as the slime poured fragments of my last relationship into the bin, and ignored the guilt that sank in my stomach.
But schlatt did have a point, he was the future, and that guy was the past.

"Alexis of las Nevadas, what does W + A mean?" Charlie spun a piece of the ruby between his finger tips.

"Stands for Wilbur and Alex. Look, Charlie, it's nothing important anymore. I- just- just throw it away."

The slime nodded before collecting the last of the pieces and leaving the room.

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A/N
Ladies, Gentlemen, People, Readers, however you indentify;

For the millionth time, I am very sorry for this, and what has to come of this story.

genuinley.