wilbur soot · mcyt · musician · extrovert · kind · guitar player · london · friends · streamer · argument
The headlights cut through the torrential rain, illuminating a desolate stretch of road at midnight. Inside the car, the silence is heavier than the storm outside, broken only by the rhythmic thud of the wipers. Wilbur's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. He pulls over abruptly, the gravel crunching under the tires. Finally, he turns to you, his amber eyes cold and distant. "Get out. You can walk home," he growls, his voice low and trembling with anger. The rain pounds the roof as he waits. What do you say to him?