In which Wilbur Soot slowly watches as his closest friends loose the light in their eyes.
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Wilbur wonders if he'll be there to hold their hand for the last goodnight.
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Nights passed and nothing ever felt different.
Noah's routine was the same. Come home from college, get some work done, then either pass out from exhaustion or drink himself to sleep.
Intrusive thoughts was something that he found weighing himself down. It seemed to hold him back wherever he went.
He felt as though he was numb to the feeling now. Noah just felt so lonely yet whenever Wilbur, James, Alex or anyone offered to spend time with him he'd immediately decline.
He knew how much he loved them all. They loved him back, or so he hoped. Not many people seem to, so perhaps they didn't either.
Noah couldn't bring himself to really love anymore, and it wasn't because he was an angsty teen who was going through an awkward phase. He used everyone, he abused the ones he held close, he ostracised himself from those that he held close.
So he lays on his sofa for another night with a bottle of wine in his hand, his head rested against the arms. By his feet, Wilbur sat with a glass of Smirnoff ice.
The silence was nice, though as Noah further indulgenced into tipsiness, he felt the need to start up conversation with the brown haired man sitting beside him.
"You ever wanted to leave here?" His words were slightly slurred but Wilbur heard them as clear as day.
"What'd ya' mean?" He asked, he well knew what he meant. Wilbur just didn't know if the two were prepared to talk about it.
"I mean," Noah took a pause. "Like London, it's a shit place with even shittier conditions."
"I know what you mean." Wilbur thought for a second. "It ain't the best place to be I'll tell you that."
Noah took a sip of his drink. "I just always have the urge to pack my things and be gone before you wake."
Before Wilbur even got a word in Noah started up again.
"You know it takes alot to move me, so if you figure it out tell me."
"What about we leave for somewhere like Brighton, right down south in East Sussex, down on the water." Wilbur offered, he had thought about many times himself.
"I was always thinking more like La Jolla," Noah took a large gulp of his drink. "It was stunning when we visited, a lot calmer than London as well."
Wilbur felt as though he had to take a step back, it was eye-widening to hear his closest friend tell such things to him.
"Perhaps even Vienna, it's been sixty weeks since we saw Vienna." Wilbur surrendered, not only to Noah's pressing words but also himself and his own trapped away feelings.
"Thinking bout it, maybe after I travel a bit more. This whole staying in one place isn't doing me well." Noah took another swig falling further into the bottle.
Noah and Wilbur spent a lot of the end of their teenage years and start of adulthood travelling, they had been to almost every country in Europe. The have both been to various places without the other but it was always a rarity.
Vienna was always one that stood out, the memories made will always last for the lot of them.
Noah felt as though the roads were his home, the horizon was his only target. Destined to be a wander, forever wandering until his last breath leaves his body.
"Maybe after that we'll live in La Jolla, drinking cocktails out over the water." Noah conceded with a tired smile dragging as his bright red lips stained from the wine. He was usually a white wine man but he only had what Wilbur had left.
