WALLMARK ONESHOTS+DRAWINGS/OTHER

"My love......" fluff (?)

I dunno if I should title this as FLUFF or ANGST but er I think its fluff :)

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(WALLTER'S POINT OF VIEW)


After a long session of sitting on my roof and drinking grey stuff, I climb back into my house and sit down on my large slate of concrete which I use as my bed, and I just look around my inside of my room as I sit still... I can't help but realise how I haven't played any piano at all due to my hobby of consuming grey stuff, Though.. Who can blame me hm? The drink is too enjoyable for myself to just suddenly stop!

But I do also notice how messy my room is.. There's stains of the grey stuff almost everywhere that I haven't cleaned up yet, but I am starting to find that cleaning is almost useless at this point. Even if I clean everyday, there still ends up to be even more plenty amount of grey stuff cans on the floor... There..'s grey stuff almost everywhere at this point.. .. Maybe he wasn't exaggerating at all now that I realise it. Maybe he was worried about me...

I slowly move my back towards the wall and start to get lost in my thoughts once again.. My head keeps spinning back towards my ex husband.. I don't know why I am starting to regret it now, I thought that the divorce would've been the best choice for the both of us.. But frequently I..

I realise that I have really missed him since I left.. every time I see him in the elevator I can't help but think of all the things we had before.. All the love we had shared so openly is just now hidden and it was because of my choice to give him those divorce papers..

The more and more I had thought of my ex husband just made me emotional.. I was already on the verge of tears. I finally decided to snap out of my thoughts and exit the front door of my building, clenching my fists and tried to hold back my vulnerability when I realise that the elevator appeared again.. I had no choice but to enter and my heart sank even more when I realised that the other Npc in the elevator was.. My ex husband Mark.

– "..."

I muttered out nothing, turning to look at him then all of my thoughts that I was just thinking earlier had came back.. I only observed him and then froze when I realise he glared back at me.. I swallowed nervously and stayed silent in the corner, standing the opposite to Mark.. Why did the elevator decide to open when I was in this state...?

– "What ar'ya starin' at, brickboy?"

He said out loudly in a stern tone, I continued to stay quiet.. Usually I probably would've said something by now.. Something to continue the argument but all I thought of was to be unresponsive and stay still..

– "Brickboy?"

Mark must've been curious to why I was silent.. O.. Or was he .. Concerned about me..? I couldn't tell anymore... I trembled as my mind had gotten even more difficult to stay focused on everything I was surrounded by.

I had realised that he was getting closer towards me, I couldn't handle how overwhelming this was.. I crouched down, steadily getting on my knees and without thinking, I hugged him tightly... My face burying into the shoulder of my ex husband, I let out muffled sniffles and cried, light grey tears staining his orange construction vest. I couldn't keep it from him or deny it any longer.. I missed him so much..

– "My love.. I miss you so much..."

I had said out softly, my voice muffled in his shoulder. After a few seconds of my pitiful crying.. I realised he had slowly hugged me back around the waist.. Mark would take a deep breath before he blurted out.

– "I miss ya too hun.."

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