and i'd give up forever to touch you || Wilbur x Reader

you're fucked

"rose, what the fuck is wrong with you? like genuinely what the fuck," the woman in question is currently watching her roommate pace on the park trail in front of them.

"i thought if you two just talked-" "-oh because that's worked out perfectly before-" "-just talked and worked it out, you could figure out something, maybe a friendship or even him just filling in for his part in iris, y'know, something, anything even, because whatever is going on with you, i can't watch it anymore."

right after they had gotten to his apartment complex, you'd force rose to leave, threatening with walking back home or slashing her tires, something along those lines. naturally, for your safety and her car, she'd drive to the park nearby, following your angry slam of her door and down a path for privacy.

well, rosie had thought, you're out of the house, she could count that as a win but with the conversation becoming an argument and escalating in volume, she knew no one here was winning, or losing for that matter.

you were fuming, angry that she thought she had any right to mess with your life, your emotions like that, when she and jared, sometimes quackity, knew, knew how much of a mess you were.

tears, regretfully, were beginning to smear your vision, the distinct lines between the trail and the topsoil blurring as you continued to pace up and down a specific space. you swiped them off with your palms, continuing to rant about the audacity she had.

"whatever right you thought you had to do that, to try and- and- and force us to get along, you don't have! if i wanted to talk to him, i would've called him! i would've done something, me! i would've gotten off my ass and gone to his place by myself!"

you're panting, voice carrying against the trees and tears being smeared from your cheeks to your shirt, chest heaving up and down in a way you're not used to. it makes you shake in your skin, this type of anger, you're not sure where it came from, but you know it nearly scares you. but rose meddling with your life, and more specifically your relationships, existing and ruined ones alike, something inside of you popped. exploded. split, cracked in tiny slivers and sharp edges that cut into your skin.

you reached with your hands and yanked on your sleeves, the edges of your shirt, yanking and yanking, anything to make the buzzing, the shaking in your fingers go away. focus on anything else.

because you really wanted to punch rosie. but you didn't. you didn't want to hurt you but she made you so angry. she had no right-

and she continues to sit on the fallen tree trunk, watching you as you try to calm down, at least by a little bit, and though you felt like you were failing you felt your chest unwind, just by a bit. sift through the anger and your fast breathing.

you felt a little light-headed.

you take a seat beside her, not because you like her right now, but you didn't want her trying to carry you back to her car if you fainted from the lack of oxygen. or anything like that. not because you were forgiving her.

nothing like that.

"i worry about you, you know?" she speaks, though you're trying to ignore her for the moment, gathering your breath. gathering your thoughts, feelings. "this isn't something that's gone on for a few days and you bounce back, no, this- months, this has been going on for months, and-" she calls your name softly, urging you to look at her, "and i still don't know what happened, not really. i'm trying my best to help you but i don't know what's going on, with you or him. but he cares, he's staying away because he cares about what's going on with you."

you know who she means when she says 'he', you're not dense. and you're also not a robot, you know your chest tightens again when you think about him, the chance you had at talking to him again. in normal circumstances, in his living room, on his couch, next to him. being close to him.