it’s been a couple weeks since you last saw wilbur. a bit after the new year he flew to new york to take time off of everything and focus on himself. you supported that decision, of course, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t miss him.

sure, the two of you were constantly texting, sending snaps and pictures, spending hours on facetime, but it’s simply not it. you missed his presence, his scent, his touch, his.. well, him.

he told you several times that he’d be back soon, but that ‘soon’ turned into days, turned into weeks, and now it was just over a month since his departure.

as of tonight, you were lying in bed in your dark room, lonely and sad because your best friend said he couldn’t call nor text you because he was busy. you understood that; he’s taking time for himself, so he should also get some alone time, but there was still that tingling feeling of longing to at least hear his voice say your name once again.

suddenly, your train of sadistic thoughts was interrupted by a knock on your front door. that left you confused, because it was almost midnight and surely every normal person would be asleep right now.

hesitant, you stood up and went over to your front door, putting a hand on the doorknob and twisting it down, pulling the door open to reveal nobody else other than..

wilbur.