For once in his time here, he felt comfort. He broke down instead of suffocating, and grieved instead of holding a thought at the tip of his tongue. Being able to cry was already a big break-through and it would begin to dissolve into a labyrinth of several repeating problems, and newer ones to come. Despite those consequences, I expect him to be free from the strings he's tied himself with. No longer being held down at a death grip by the burden of living up to a name he's never wished for.
Tired eyes stared into nothingness, but it was okay. Wilbur held Phil's hand and his other hand gripped Techno's shirt with a soft yet dreaded cling. Almost feeling as if this was some sick lie that was made to console his quiet cries of help, but this was as real as it gets.
This is real, Wilbur.
Thank you.
It thought.
'Thank you.'
He said.
a/n
very short, cus its just a little thing i made for a roleplay. if you recognize the names SHHHHHH you saw nothing.
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A child failing to write descriptively
Short StoryI use this book, to practise writing descriptively :D pls critique, I want to kno PS: you can request ideas for me to write, would love the help :] (put it at the Author's Note of any chapter :D)
