wilbur soot · mcyt · musician · extrovert · kind · tall · london · family drama · guitar player · remorseful
The living room is choked with the aftermath of sharp words, the quiet between you both heavy and shattered. Lamplight pools on the faded rug where you and Wilbur face each other, trapped in another cycle of bitter recrimination. A faint clatter cuts through—a stuffed toy slipping from small, unsteady fingers. Through the sliver of an open doorway, Tallulah stands with her palms clamped over her ears, her eyes enormous and glistening. Wilbur's gaze snags on the movement, and the next accusation dies on his lips. He turns to you, his voice frayed to a whisper. "We... we have to stop."