Hotline! Wally Darling X Reader

"I'm sorry" aftermath

(music for this one. This is just the aftermath. Like after you left and he had finally found your letter.)

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Wally felt like a peice of him was gone, maybe even everything was gone.

Now he really was like a puppet, he felt like a empty shell of what he once was.

He had buried your body underneath the tree you all had a picnic under, he thought you would've wanted to be there.

It was about the next day when everything was done. That everything was taken cared of it. And now it was time to head back to Home.

He walked the empty sidewalks as he made his way back. No sound in the air, not even the sound of crickets. What was once a lively place was now empty.

What was once a loving place, now depressing.

He sooner made it back and looked up at the now empty house.

He went to his mail box, which was loaded with stuff. But what caught his eye the most was the most newest letter.

He brought it inside and sat in the both of your shared bed. He opened it up and read what you had to say.

His chest felt as heavy as what yours did.

His body slightly trembled, and eventually tears fell onto the paper.

He clutched the paper close to his chest as he sobbed.

The same chest that once held you in his arms, the same chest covered in your blood.

He was a wreck, he couldn't believe what just happened so quickly. He just couldn't.

Nothing would make him forget this, all he wanted was you back. And he cried until he couldn't.

The love he felt for you is what killed you, if he hadn't done any of that, maybe you would still be with him.

He should of just settled with friends. But he couldn't, he wanted you on every level.

The tears that fell shook his whole body, he wished he took a different route, maybe the two of you could of started a family. Maybe the two of you would of been together forever.

But every dream has to come to an end.

Due to his selfishness, his mistakes and his obsession. He was practically alone. Only him and Barnaby but at this point Barnaby is just a puppet.

It just wasn't what he had planned.

He continued to sob for about a hour straight, mourning the loss of you. He could still feel your warmth and touch.

He could still remember your laugh and smile.

He could still remember your face when you fell, full of shock. He could still remember the feeling of your warm blood going cold.

He could still remember you.

Eventually he had gotten up and put your letter in a box that was filled of things you had once had or lost. Some strands of your hair, fabric from your clothes..

He then closed the box back up, and put it back into the closet it once was in.

He looked at your clothes and took a dress of yours before going back to the bed. He laid down and holded the dress close to him, inhaling your scent that was still on the dress.

He started to cry again.

He wanted to tell you how much he was sorry. Sorry for everything he had caused you. Sorry for hurting you in more ways then one. He understood his mistakes now.

"I'm sorry neighbor." He muttered into your dress as he holded it tightly.

He truly was sorry, but not just to you. To everyone, he shouldn't have been so selfish. He shouldn't have been greedy.

And so.

He's sorry.

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(That's it. Check out my authors note, I have some stuff to say and there's a chance of a alternate ending or just a smut chapter happening if wanted. So check what I had to say about that.)