VIENNA sadly stared at Wilbur's contact in her phone. She wanted to call him, hear his voice and just say she loves him again.
A sob left her mouth as she clicked the call button.
"Vienna?" Wilbur picked up almost immediately, just like he used to do.
"Wil? I– I didn't think you'd answer." Vienna said with a sad sound in her voice.
"Why did you call? Is something wrong?" Wilbur asked.
"No– no. Nothing is wrong. I just missed your voice." Vienna admitted.
"Vienna, you know–"
"I know, wil. I just– I just miss you."
She could hear Wilbur sigh from the other line.
"Fuck, Vienna. You're making this so hard." wilbur frowned.
Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'll just hang up–" She was cutoff Wilbur hanging up.
Was he mad? He has every right to be mad after what she just did. She needs to get over him, it's clear he's trying is hardest too.
Why was this so hard for her?
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𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒, ㅤw.s ✔️
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.
