Through smoldering ashes and burned rubble, a silhouette could be seen. Shouts sounding from the distance, tears falling, blood spilling. What a perfect mix for the two who ran for their lives. One unconscious, the other desperate to fix what he'd broke. And to maybe, just maybe, get things back to the way he liked them to be, the way they were meant be...
The other awakes, confused about who he was and who he was with. But most importantly, why he was still alive.
He was supposed to be dead... Right?
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HIYA! This is au takes place directly after Wilbur blew up L'Manburg. The story itself is centred the ship WilburxEret, but the characters! NOT THE IRL PEOPLE!!! If anyone gets uncomfortable with the things written, PLEASE TELL ME! I'll rewrite/delete what I can! Enjoy! :D
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This story contains:
Violence, manipulation, descripted gore, character death, angst, and mental illnesses (such as anxiety, depression, mentions of eating disorders)
If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please refrain from reading.
Stay Safe, I Love You All <3