Wilmon Oneshots :)

Just Out Of Reach - Wilhelm's POV

TW: signs of depression.
This is also more of a Felice and Wilhelm story but Simon is involved soooooo-
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My head rested on the slightly yellow-stained pillow. The hard mattress allowed my body to rest on top of it. I wiped a drop of water off my cheek as my other hand pokes at the Instagram icon. The app opens to immediately see Simon's face on my feed. I swallow as my eyes study the photo. There's another boy. They look happy. How we used to feel.
My breath shook as I exhaled. My hand moves towards my heart as I grasp at the shirt in my palm. I choke for air as the tears escape. The phone hits the pillow as I roll over and place my knees to my chest. A ding comes from my phone. My eyes shut before rolling back over and picking up the device. A text from Felice.
'I'm gonna come over and we're going to watch a movie because I haven't seen you in a while.' The text sent.
I panicked at the message. My view darted through the room. Clothes on the floor, food packages scattered throughout the room. My limbs stayed still, not being able to clean. I picked up my phone again and closed out of all my tabs as a knock came from the door.
My voice shook, "come in."
The door slowly inched forward before I saw the outline of Felice. She allowed herself in as I stared.
"Wille," she softly spoke.
She closed the door quietly. Her footsteps ignored the mess and made it over to my bed. I scooted over to allow her to sit down. She smiled.
"It's nice to see you," she said.
I nodded, "you too."
"I've been really worried about you," her hand reached mine and held it.
I tightened my grip on her hand and smiled a tiny bit, "sorry."
Felice shook her head, "you have nothing to be sorry about."
"Sorry," I apologized again.
She giggled.
We just stared at each other for a few seconds. The only light was my bedside lamp as she studied my features.
"You've been crying," she pointed out.
I covered my face, "what? No, no I haven't!"
"Wille..." she whispered, lightly grabbing my wrists.
She moved my hands to see my face, her thumb wiping away the tears.
"Talk to me," she spoke.
I shuttered, "about what?"
"Whatever you want," she smiled, a tear of her own dripping onto my shirt.
I held her hand now, "he's with someone else. I've been replaced," was all I could get out.
"Oh, baby," Felice bent down and hugged me.
I accepted the hug and she held it for a little bit. Soon, she laid next to me.
"Do you know who he is?" I questioned as she looked at the photo.
She clicked her tongue, "not sure. I feel like I've seen him around though."
"It just hurts," I choked out.
"I know, I know," she looked over at me.
I closed my eyes, "they sit together at lunch, right across from me. They laugh and talk the exact same way we used to."
Tears ran down my face, "it's like I never even existed."
"Wille, you meant so much to him," she reminded me.
"Exactly, past tense," I scoffed.
Felice exhaled, "you know how much he still thinks about you right?"
"What?" I turned to look at her.
"I wasn't supposed to tell you but Sara says that Simon talks about you still," she explained.
I shook my head, "but he's happy and with the other guy."
"Wille, he's trying to get over you."
"How do you know? Maybe you're just saying that to make me happy," I ran through my words.
She took a deep breath, "look at the messages."
I took her phone and quickly looked through the app. The words Sara had wrote exactly as Felice has described. She had explained how sad Simon had been and that Ayub set him up with another guy. Their conversation continued into explaining that Simon doesn't want anyone knowing how weak he is. He didn't want anyone to know how vulnerable he'd become.
"Where's my phone?" I asked.
Felice grabbed the device off my bedside table and handed to me. My eyes ran through my contacts before suddenly remembering that I deleted his number. I quickly dialed it into the cell phone. My breath quickened as I brought my hand to my mouth. I bit down on my nails as the tone rang. It suddenly stopped.
"Hello? Who is this?" His voice rang from the other side.