Short story ×Too late× /Wil x Dark

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Why was this happening? Dark couldn't breathe, he felt like he drowning. Everyone had left him.

Maybe not, he walked in the room hugging Wilford.

"Get off " Wil pushed him off. Dark furrowed his brow. "Whats your problem?" Wil turned a frown apon his face.

"We should of never done that last night." His voice distant. Dark grabbed his arm, "what do you mean?"

Wilford removed Dark's hands, "I'm taking this too far." He weakly smiled,  sadness in his eyes.

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