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TW: Mentions of suicide/suicidal thought
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Wilburs POV
Throughout the entire day, the only thing I thought about was Y/N kissing me on the cheek and smirking, although, they did have the right after I basically did the same thing.
What the fuck were we right now?
We had made out this morning, we slept together (non-sexually), and they kissed me on the cheek this morning.
What even the fuck is this relationship? I really need to talk to Y/N.
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Y/N's POV
I was smiling throughout the day, happy and content with my life, until my asshole of a coworker Allie decided to make a comment.
I was smiling and making a drink when Allie started talking, "I think you're faking it."
"I'm sorry?"
"I think you're faking it." Allie made an ugly face, "You told us you had depression, depressed people don't smile and laugh."333Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrZKgl6c8kK
My eyes widened and my mood was immediately brought down, "W-what?"
"You heard me. I think- no.. I know you're faking it."
"W-why would I fake it?" My voice betrayed me, trembling.
"Attention. People with mental illnesses always get attention, but faking a mental illness is a mental illness in itself, maybe you should be in a mental hospital after all." Allie sneered and rolled her eyes like what she was saying was obvious.
"O-oh.." How could I be so stupid? I couldn't even defend myself.
But then a thought came into my head, a thought I didn't like, but a thought that could be true.
Maybe I was faking it. Maybe I didn't have depression, I had been feeling better this past week, maybe I was faking it. Maybe I never even had it at all. And worst of all, maybe Allie was right.
Of course, I had to be faking it.
I bit my lip to stop any tears or frowns and continued on with my day.
A minute seemed to feel like an hour, and every time I looked at Allie, she would smirk and mouth, 'faker'.
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The work day was finally over and Wilbur pulled up next to the shop.
I got in the car and gave Wilbur a weak smile. Without making eye contact, I opened my phone and got on TikTok.
Out of the corner of my eye I would see Wilbur glance at me, but he never said anything.
As soon as we got home, I immediately went to my room and turned out the lights, staying on my phone and letting tears silently slip out.
I eventually fell asleep and woke up to Wilbur shaking my shoulder, "Wake up I made dinner."
I groaned and rolled away from him, "Not hungry."
"Y/N, love, you need to eat."
"I said I'm not hungry."
Wilbur sighed and left the room.
I fell asleep again and woke up around midnight, a plate of cold food on my nightstand and my phone on my chest, dead.
I wiped my tears away and tried to reset, but Allie's words overtook me.
'You're faking it.'
A tear slipped out.
'You don't have depression.'
Another tear, and then a voice inside my own head started talking.
'What's the point?'
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Then, a whole flood of tears came with the thoughts.
'No one likes you.'
'Kill yourself, no one would even notice.'
The thought came and stuck, 'Kill yourself'.
It pounded in my head, 'Kill yourself'.
There were plenty of ways I could do it, overdose on pills, over drink, there was a bridge not to far away.. it would be almost too easy.
No, stop- I don't want these thoughts.
'You deserve it.'
Tears slipped and I let out a sob. I suddenly felt super destructive and threw a shoe against the wall, hitting it with a BANG.
Wilbur ran in the room not a second later, staring at the shoe, then at me.
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Without a word, Wilbur engulfed me in a hug and brought me down to the floor.
I sobbed louder, tears soaking his shirt.
"S-S-S-Sorry 'B-B-Bout your s-s-s-shirt.." I whimpered, trying to talk and breathe at the same time. (A/N: No Y/N isn't qUiRkY, that happens when you can't breath while you cry)
"Shhhh... it's ok, it's ok." He whispered, calming me, my thoughts and my body.
He started taking deep breathes in and out, and I simultaneously did it with him.
My breath slowed to a normal pace and my eyes drooped even if I'd been sleeping for hours.
I tried telling Wilbur what happened but he shushed me, "We'll talk tomorrow love."
I just nodded and drifted off to sleep as Wilbur lifted me into bed, climbing in behind me.
My head was empty until one final thought fell into my head as sleep arrived. All I heard as I drifted was Allie's voice.
'Faker.'
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