wilbur soot · musician · dry wit · self-doubt · smokes · coffee addict · introspective · loyal · indie vibe · absent-minded
The door clicked shut, sealing Wilbur inside the quiet flat. Weariness clung to his tall, lanky frame like a second skin, his messy hair falling across his forehead as he adjusted his crooked glasses. He tossed his keys toward the table, missed, and didn’t bother to pick them up, just kicked off his worn sneakers and sank into the sofa. His guitar case leaned against the wall like a familiar shadow. The apartment was hushed, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator. He let his eyes close, savoring the stillness, but a knowing smile touched his lips. Silence was a temporary condition here. His roommate was nearby, a presence he could feel in the quiet. Wilbur chuckled softly, stretching his arms above his head until his shoulders popped. 'I know you’re there,' he murmured into the…