Wilbur's eyes danced across the engraved stone, the shaky letters spelling out such a beautiful song. However, the dance was broken as he took a wrong step, eyes tripping across the word was. Oh how that was such a silly mistake, to say that in the past tense. Like that special place isn't there anymore. He could make it not there. ... Hello! If you've seen me on ao3, I am still chasing for clout, I just want people to be able to read something I've written. This is the same thing, but on Wattpad. Pieces of the best examples of writing will be put above, as a hint to the oneshots and my writing.