🌧Sand falls through me🌧

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TW:
Suiside.

3rd person POV:
Sand was fun.

It was never something you could keep,
Too much to take it all
But too small to stay in your hand.

To wilbur life was like Sand.

He couldn't have everything,
But anything he did get would dissapear before he could truely view his accomplishments.

He sighed.

He rested his head on the pail beach as
The sounds of waves overlapping eachother flooded his mind.

Wilbur was fragile,
At first glance he may look stable and solid but as soon as someone tried to fiddle around with him
He'd break.

He would crumble and collapse to the floor,Tears would wash down his face and he would be laughed at.

Phil knew.
Phil knew all to well how wilbur was.

Yet Phil kept using it to his advantage.

Because he knew he could break wilbur and the boy would always go back to normal,ready to be
Abused again.

The brit closed his eyes,
Letting the air wash through his lungs one last time before he got up and emerged himself with the water.

Sand and water were a horrible mix,

But so were water and he.

His eyed closed as he opened his lungs to the water.

Maybe if he did it now he wouldn't be saved?
Maybe people would recognise how bad of a father Phil truly was.
Or maybe he'd denied ever knowing him.

Oh well,it didn't matter much anyway.

All that mattered now was seeing her again.

As the world around him grew dark,his eyes closed only to reopen to his room.

A dream?

But it felt so real?

He sighed as he walked down stairs,
Eyes meeting with horror filled looks from his family.

"No-"
Phil whispered.

His eyes trailed down and-
Oh.

He was a ghost.

Why was he a ghost?
Why wasn't he with his mum?
What was happening?

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