WILBUR sat staring at his ceiling.
Everytime Vienna was even brought up, he felt so happy, he felt so... loved.
And he absolutely loved that feeling. So much. All he did was hope Vienna felt that way as well. He was almost sure she did, as the way she always looks at him with this just wonderful, loving and caring look in her eyes.
But all he could think of was if she didn't. He knew what he was thinking obviously wasn't true, or at least he hoped, but it still bothered him.
But he knew it would all be okay in the end. Because he was with his darling.
His vienna.
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Fanfictionin which , a girl by the name of vienna is told by her therapist to write a book full of poems about her daily occurrences to help with her mental state. book entries and narratives.
