Wilbur

one day earlier

"Think? I have done nothing to betray your trust. Listen, forget I said anything about anything. Don't move to Brighton, I couldn't care less. I'm gonna go."

He dropped his fork so hard, He swore it might have cracked the plate, but he couldn't care less. Wilbur ripped his jacket off the chair and stormed out of the diner.

As soon as the door opened, cool air bit at his cheeks and an icy shiver went down his spine. That didn't stop him. He was going to go somewhere, anywhere. To think, breathe, maybe drink a little. So he walked to "no where".

How could she think he would find someone better than her? She's it. The cherry on the top, the happily ever after, his fairytale. She would say how cheesy that was and how much he needs to stop watching romance movies, but it was true, all true.

"Fuck!" Wilbur breathed out in held up frustration. He saw a construction cone in the middle of the road and kicked the shit out of it, which didn't go far. Maybe a foot or two.

"Hey man! What the fuck!?" He ignored the man in the hard hat and kept walking to an uknown location.

His mind is stuck on trust. Trust is key in any relationship. Wilbur loves Cora and Cora loves Wilbur, but that can't be the only thing to keep a relationship healthy.

He checks his phone for no particular reason and all he sees is a black screen. Great. Dead. He wanted to kick a cone again.

All his thoughts were jumbling together when he saw a led lit sign that said one word, "BAR." It had a small arrow pointing down a set of stairs and to one peeled painted maroon door. Even if it's the beginning of a horror movie and he dies in this sketchy bar, he waltzes right down the steps and through the crooked door.

Hours Later

Wilbur is trashed. Absolutely completely pissed out of his mind. Beers, shots, girly drinks are in his system and have blurred his entire brain.

He has no thoughts except the drinks in his hand and his new best friend, the bartender. A pretty blonde girl, whose smile is faker than Sienna Mae's explanation video.

"Well, honey. I must say, if she doesn't trust you then there isn't a point in being in a relationship with her, is there?" She gives him a flirty smile with a small twitch in her eye, which must have been a wink.

Wilbur shakes his head draining his cup and bangs his forehead on the unclean bar. "No, no. She's perfect. So perfect." So unbelievably perfect.

He feels the empty cup slip out of his hand and replaced with a heavier fresh drink, "Doesn't sound like it to me." The girl leaves her manicured hand on his and rubs her thumb along it.

He lifts his head to look at her. The girl who he's spent the last however many hours with instead of his happily ever after. And it makes him want to throw up.

Sure, she's okay, but has nothing on Cora. She's short, bleached blonde with black roots sprouting from the top of her head, large fake eyelashes, overlined lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

He clenches his eyes shut and rips his whole body away from her.

What is he doing here? Why is he here with her and not with Cora? Why is he drunk out of his mind? Why, why, why? Fuck.

"Could I um use a charging cable?" He said, pulling out his unusable phone and placed it on the wood.

"Sure, hon. Give me a sec." She runs to the back while Wilbur tries to stand on his feet, resulting in wobbling back to the seat. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

The girl comes back with a little white cable in her hand and a cube attached. Amazing. The only thing that had interested him all night.

"Could I have 3 glasses of water as well." He needs to sober up. She nods and quicklt fills 3 cups.

He takes it out of her hand, avoiding touching her grabby clammy palm and takes almost 3 minutes to get to his feet. When he finally stables himself, he stumbles to the nearest booth with an outlet.

Wilbur plugs his phone in, waits for the black screen to light up, and chugs all 3 waters. He stares at his reflection and blows out a breath. He's a stupid dumb idiot. He looks like a stupid dumb idiot. He bites the skin of his lower lip and prays for the little apple to pop up.

Maybe if he stares at the screen hard enough it will work? And there it is. The god forsaken apple logo.

It worked, He's a genius. A stupid dumb idiot genius.

When the phone fully turns on, he gets 2 messages. Both from Cora.

i know you're mad, but don't do anything stupid. nyc is fucking dangerous and annoying so yeah. lmk if you're coming home or not because i need to text my side hoe if he can come over or not.

okay bad joke, yeah not very good

timing, but i was joking. i um love you.

don't cheat on me please

Wilbur wanted to scream. He's a horrible person. An ache inside his chest takes over his whole body as he re reads the last line. "Don't cheat on me please."

Wilbur clenches his eyes shut once again. He made her feel like this. He made her feel like he would cheat on her. What is wrong with him?

He stares at the text for atleast 10 minutes, not responding. Not even knowing what to say to that. He peeks at the time and winces. 12:03. He needs to get home. To her, to her in bed, to sleep with her in that bed.

Wilbur waits a little longer to let his phone charge then puts Cora's adress in his phone. He walks to the bar and looks at the girl. "Thanks, but I'm tapping out. I'm going home to my girl." He places the charger on the bar then books it.

...

When Wilbur finally makes it to Cora's apartment, he's exhausted. Mentally and Physically. His mind had been racing almost as fast as his heart the whole way.

All the lights are turned off, except the small light from the T.V. in the living room. Wilbur slowly walked to the couch, trying to not make a sound, but stops when he sees Cora, snuggled up in a pillow and his sweatshirt. His heart breaks in half.

Wilbur walks around the sofa to see her better. He bends down to look at her face. "I'm sorry, darling. So terribly sorry." No movement, just the steady rythym of her breathing.

Wilbur slips out of his shoes and squishes himself on the couch right next to her. He slips his hands around her waist and places his face in the crook of her neck. "I know you will be mad , but I just need to hold you."

a/n

um. ha. hey, how's it going? you might want to read the last couple of chapters because i had to too lol. i feel awful, truly. i was looking at the comments on my last update about where i was and it motivated to write another chapter. thank you for being patient. i'm at a new school, new town and i haven't had time to think. i feel like im a different person now than when i wrote this, but i will try to finish the story for you lovely people! ive missed this community so much and all the love i've received! this chapter's not funny, so, sorry about that, but i will write regularly, hopefully. thank you so much for all the support even when ive been gone. so much love!! dm me and tell me how you're doing!

picture update btw