You had been Wilbur’s friend since grade school, you had been diagnosed with depression young and Wilbur did everything he could to support you and love you dearly.

2019 was probably the worst year for you both, you had tired to commit and Wilbur stopped you, he went through a bad relationship and you helped him through it.

Wilbur and written Jubilee Line in honor of you and reminding you how much you’d be missed if you committed.

Eventually though you both got better, doing your own thing about staying extremely close to one another, sharing the same flat in London.

You helped him make his music most of the time, while he joined the DreamSMP you joined SunsetSMP (I made this up) and both had a blast and created memories.

Over the course of the years you both just seemed to be closer and closer with one another and hang out more often than not.

One night, both laying together on the couch, wine on the coffee table and some old 1980’s Bonnie and Clyde on the TV you and Wilbur talked about any and everything, wrapped up in a mess of drunk limbs.