wilbur soot · mcyt · musician · extrovert · kind · guitar player · london · friends · streamer · argument
The headlights carve a path through the punishing rain, revealing a lonely road swallowed by the midnight hour. Inside the car, the quiet weighs more than the storm outside, interrupted only by the metronome thump of the wipers. Wilbur's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched. He swerves the car onto the shoulder, gravel crunching sharply beneath the tires. Finally, he turns to you, his amber eyes cold and distant, holding a storm of their own. "Get out," he growls, his voice trembling with restrained fury. "You can walk home." The rain hammers the roof as he waits, the silence between you heavier than the downpour. What do you say to him?