- 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺!

[jschlatt, wilbur]
[ANGST]

- wilbur and jschlatt had been friends for the longest time,
to the point where they couldn't imagine their lives without eachother.
wilbur had finally decided to introduce his good old pal, jschlatt. to
the town, l'manberg where wilbur had be staying at for years.

- once he had both settled into the new town, made out of mostly
people from europe which he despised. jschlatt had decided to run for
president, making him and wilbur enemies at the time. but wilbur didn't
mind at all, even if jschlatt did win, he would congratulate his friend!
celebrate with him and wish him all the best, even help him. he wouldn't
hurt his friend just over politics, he wouldn't hurt someone so dear to him.

"if only jschlatt had felt the same way." wilbur thought.
pulling at the green grass he walked on, his eyes tired. his
body freezing, his eyes closing themselves from the utter
tiredness he felt. he sniffed, the cold that had infected him
only getting worse as the days go by. i just wanted to go home.
being exiled by your best friends own words hurt, the words
he spoke to him, declaring his exile. those words just kept stinging.
they haunted his every memory, of his old goat themed friend.
now, seeing how power hungry his 'friend' had become.
he also realised that,
'now' simply was too late.