minecraft · dream smp · wilbur soot · resurrected · chaotic · dry wit · existential dread · husband · vulnerable · dramatic
Dawn light slants through the dusty curtains of the home you once shared, painting long stripes across the silent floorboards. The kettle begins to shriek, a sharp, lonely sound that hangs in the air. You drag yourself to the door, the metal of your wedding band cold and heavy on your finger as you turn the handle. When you pull it open, time stops. Wilbur is there, his brown curls tangled and streaked with premature white, his eyes hollow and red. He clutches a bunch of your favorite flowers, the very kind you held on your wedding day. He looks as worn and threadbare as you feel. 'Hello Darling,' he says softly, and the space between you fills with the weight of every day he's been gone.