He continued to whisper sweet nothings in my ear until I had fallen asleep.
It has been seven months since Wilbur's death, and as I walk out of Dream and I's little cottage on the hill. I couldn't help but think about all that's happened since the funeral. I've been surrounding myself with people that make me happy, such as the citizens of Manburg, the Dream Team, and even Ghostbur. The innocent little ghost loved the guitar I had, which Wil had left me when he died. I'd play songs for Ghostbur, and teach him chords. I was reminiscing so deeply I walked straight into someone. Someone all too familiar to me.
"Sorry about that! Wait.. W-Wilbur?"
"Hello, Lorelei. I've missed you."
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