𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗 - act 2 - a dream smp fanfic

It's Not Fair

      In which Wilbur tries to hold on but fails desperately.

      Or, the last blow to make the glass shatter.

The sun rose quietly above the still water.

Niki's legs swung off the edge of the dark docks, dropping a pebble into the glassy river. The ripples spread across the water, unstopped. They seemed to go on for miles from one little stone.

It was still dark outside.

Footsteps padded quickly behind her, the boards creaking underneath heavy boots. They suddenly stopped right as they reached her, pausing.

"Hey."

Niki glanced up at him. "Hey."

"You alright?"

"Yeah." Niki looked back over the water. "Just wanted to talk, that's all."

Wilbur sat down next to her quietly, swinging his legs over the dock. "I'd like that."

They sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the other's comfort. Niki leaned her head on his shoulder, and he accepted it, not saying anything.

"So," Wilbur took one of the pebbles from her pile, dropping it into the water. "How've you been?"

"Not very well, to be honest." Niki rubbed a pebble in her palm. She looked up at him, a small smile spreading across her face. "But I think I'm good now."

"Yeah." He didn't meet her gaze, unable to look her in the eye. "I am too."

The silence fell over them again like a comforting blanket, disguising Wilbur's lie. Niki's hand reached down to get another pebble, shifting it in her hands. She reached out to hand it to him, but he didn't accept it.

Wilbur looked away, his face clouding over.

Niki looked at him with worry, the tension stretching a void between them.

"I-I brought the guitar you gave me." Niki reached over, grabbing the neck of a beautiful wooden guitar, flowers carved on the base.

"So you can play songs!" Niki placed it next to him. "Like you used to."

Wilbur looked at the pretty guitar that he had spent so many days building and stringing. "I-I don't know, Niki."

"Just one." She scooched it a little closer. "For me."

"Ok then." Wilbur took it gingerly, feeling the strings on his fingers. "For you."

He plucked the strings slowly, turning the knobs. "What do you want me to play?"

"Anything you want." Niki folded her legs, facing him. "What you feel like."

"I-" He looked into her light brown eyes, twinkling in the early light. She was smiling at him. "Ok. Yeah."

"Uhm-" He strummed the strings in a quiet tune. "I wrote this one and- yeah."

He looked down at the strings, taking a deep breath before nervously strumming out a tune. Niki rested her chin on her hand, watching him.

"Wasting your time."

Wilbur focused on the guitar strings, not looking up.

"You're wasting mine."

Niki tilted her head.

"I hate to see you leaving."

Wilbur looked up at her and smiled.