swearing
Wilbur arrived at Brighton Beach, shut off his car, and slammed the door shut. He walked down to the beach, sat on the sand and checked the time.
00:12. Just past midnight. How long was he driving for..?
It's fine. Shut up, Wilbur. Look out over to the horizon.
...He feels numb.
Fuck you, he remembers yelling at her, to avoid saying something stupid. Something true, he realises.
He did what he was supposed to do... right?
...Right?
He draws a picture in the sand with a stick. He doesn't really know what it is. The tide will come up and destroy it anyway, won't it?
He stands up. 00:58. He walks back up to his car, gets into the back seat, and locks his doors. Wilbur picks his blanket up off the floor— holding it close, almost intimately— and falls asleep.
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Fanfictiontw: abuse, self-harm, swearing, alcohol usage, cc!wilbur Wilbur just got out of a really toxic relationship. He's trying to recover, but some things.. never heal.