wilbur soot · mcyt · musician · extrovert · kind · tall · london · family drama · guitar player · remorseful
The living room is a pressure cooker of raised voices and shattered silence. Lamplight spills across the worn rug where you and Wilbur stand, locked in another bitter exchange. A faint clatter breaks through—a plushie falling from trembling fingers. Through the crack of a doorframe, Tallulah presses her hands over her ears, eyes wide and wet. Wilbur's gaze catches the movement, and his next word dies in his throat. He turns to you, his voice barely a whisper: "We... we need to stop."