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[ This is a vent oneshot! No TWs ]

"Wilbur.. Why don't you answer any sooner?" Schlatt asked softly. "And even when you do answer, your texts are so fucking dry.."

Did Wilbur even care? Schlatt wanted to text back as dryly as Wilbur, but decided against it every time. It wouldn't change a thing.

And Wilbur texted Schlatt very little. It would be hours before he'd get a reply. Maybe a few minutes in between, but Wilbur would disappear and then come back later.

Something about it made Schlatt upset. Maybe it was the fact that he was alone, or maybe it was the fact that it seemed Wilbur didn't care much for him anymore.

Why did he have to mess things up?

He loved Wilbur. But Wilbur didn't love him back.

And Wilbur never would. Not ever again.