Di propusal! {Drim n Wilbur}

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Wilbur, a lonely guy devastated by the last events of his life, he was alone in his home, barely the only safe place he had left, at least that was how he wanted to deceive himself, but, he couldn't help but feel afraid, even in the safety of his home he felt threaten.

Maybe they had already leaked his address? Had the rumors spread? How long will he have before he is kicked out or attacked in his own home, his mind became clouded with questions and tears began to appear as he thought about it.

He couldn't help it, he lived in fear, he knew that it took only one person without limits for him to be done, and paranoia was his new friend, quickly, he made sure to close each of his new locks with his hands trembling, maybe, he should have accepted Ash's offer, maybe, he should stay a few more days with the band, but it was already a bit late and at night, they would surely send him to hell if he tried to call at this hour, no one would want to receive him, and... in a way, he understood it.

When each lock was sealed he collapsed in the ground, helpless and still affected by everything around him, he crawled as best he could on the tearful floor until he reached the nearest piece of furniture, the sensations were overwhelming as he felt himself gradually becoming more distant from his surroundings, tears streaming down his face as he wondered what the hell was going on.

A few minutes ago he was fine, chatting with the band and other friends, simply being alone, in his house and with that sudden feeling of helplessness and fear, he was collapsed on the floor of his living room crying while little by little he felt the air escape from his lungs, his conscience told him that this was stupid, he was fine a few moments ago, why did he feel like this now? He was forcing himself, the mind inside him said, and he couldn't agree more, yet he continued to cry, his nails digging into his thighs, desperate to hold onto reality or the air which he suddenly felt the absence.

He begged, begged to cling to reality because he knew what he was capable of or what could happen, he struggled to do something, but there just seemed to be nothing interesting in real life that caught his attention, the smells of his home were monotonous as usual, and the colors had been dull since a year ago, perhaps, it wasn't worth clinging to reality that much, there was nothing new, and... the band will survive without him, they would probably be better.

The nails sank into his skin, little by little they lost their strength while Wilbur simply accepted the loss of air, perhaps, that was for the best, nothing in reality called him, but then, a call came, interrupting the silence in his environment and calling him back to earth, he was captured, just back home, looking around until he found his phone ringing in his jacket, he stayed for a few seconds simply staring at the phone while he trembled, not knowing if he should answer.

On the other end of the call, a blonde was holding his phone trying to avoid looking at it, shynes? Maybe, Shame? Too much, but, more than anything, nerves, he felt nervous as he looked away anxiously searching between his computer screen and his room.

He had recently found out, he saw out of nowhere on Twitter people spreading rumors about Wilbur, something serious and horrible, Dream knew how he felt, yes, it was stupid to try to call him or check if he was okay after so long, and even be one of the most viral responses to his cancellation, but, Wilbur was a person, a person who was now going through the same accusations that he once faced, he refused to sit idly by while the situation hurt Wilbur.

-H-hey?- Wilbur's voice rang out softly, confusion clear in his tone but also his voice half broken as he tried to stabilize it as best he could by wiping away his tears lightly.

-Hey.

Silence fell over the call as one person on either side stared at the phone, praying for the other to speak, but Dream knew he had to start the conversation, after all he was the one who called Wilbur.

-Soo... How are things going? Do- Do you feel alraigth?

Wilbur looked at the phone for a few seconds, confused by the question. In fact, the question was the most normal thing, but who asked it was the strange thing.

-Uh, I-I'm feeling fine- Wilbur said with a trembling voice while watching his phone wiping the tears from his eyes.

-You, you don't sound that fine, are you sure? Or, do you need help?

Wilbur stopped at the question, looking at the phone quickly in nervousness, help? Maybe he needed it, but was he really honest? Or was he just playing with him? He would just put him aside like the others?

-N-no, don't worry, I'm fine.

Lies, Dream could quickly recognize the lies from Wilbur's words, his expression softening as he looked at his computer.

-I- I gotta go.

Wilbur spoke quickly, nervously hanging up the call without giving Dream any space to say anything else. When he hung up the call, he looked around tiredly.

He looked around tiredly, his house was disorganized and dirty, it was horrible, almost as much as he felt, he didn't even have the energy to get up and just leaned against the wall, silencing his phone and letting himself fall into the hands of Morpheus.

Maybye this was all a bad dream, he just, needed to close his eyes for a moment, just some rest, that's all he needed or at least all he was asking for at this point, he just wanted to sleep.