As he stared blankly at the ceiling, reliving that day, he could only think, "I could have done so much more" Wilbur knows he could've- no should have done more to prevent it. If he had just done things differently it wouldn't have turned out this way. He shouldn't have snuck out that night. He should've just stayed home with them He should have picked up the phone He should have at least said goodbye But he didn't, and it was far too late now. Or, After his mother dies in an accident, Wilbur blames himself, and can't seem to move on from her death, But when he meets a kid named Tommy at work, things start to get better. 'Also posted on ao3!' My user is 'Tsuki_notfound'!