See you later

Eret/told

He woke up the next morning to a still empty house. He shook the feeling and grabbed a banana, walking outside to drive to the precinct, before remembering Schlatt took his car somewhere, and his was still at the park.

"Hey Charlie" Wilbur said on the phone "could you pick me up?"

"Why?"

"Work" Wilbur said "I don't have a car"

"That's not a good-"

"Idea" Wilbur finished "you've said that a lot and I'm getting sick of it"

"Fine" Charlie said after a minute "I'll drive you there, just to show you that it's really him"

"Sure" Wilbur said. He hung up and sat on his porch, waiting for a few minutes before Charlie pulled up. Wilbur climbed inside and they drove off, arriving at the precinct a few minutes later.

"Follow me" Charlie demanded and started to walk away. Wilbur followed him into the building and straight to the forensics room. Charlie quickly spoke to someone who handed him a file, which Charlie gave to Wilbur

"Is that enough"

Wilbur looked down at the file, refusing to believe the words

Jonathan William Schlatt

Time of death: March 28th, 4:00 pm

There was more on the paper, but that was all that seemed to register. He put the file down, his hands shaking "that can't- that's not real" Wilbur said

"Wil-" Charlie started

"I need to go home" Wilbur said. Before anyone had the chance to offer a ride, he walked out the building and made his way towards his apartment.

The walk seemed to last five seconds. He walked in the door, shouting "Schlatt!"

He searched his apartment before realizing he wasn't there. Wilbur's breath started to pick up, he walked into his room and sat on the floor, squeezing tears out of his eyes. He bit his tongue and screamed as he threw something at the wall. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. Schlatt was- no, he couldn't be.

"Wil?" Clays voice filled the apartment as he walked in "the door was open so I let myself in"

"Fuck off" Wilbur said, too tired to shout. Clay walked into his room and sat on his floor next to him.

"You look like hell" Clay said

"You look worse" Wilbur shot back

"Losing a fiancé does that to a person" Clay said

"What happened to calling him your husband?"

"I was sick of lying" Clay said

"Was it really a lie though?" Wilbur asked

"Yeah, it was" Clay said "I had to accept the truth"

Wilbur sighed "Is this about-"

"Yeah" Clay nodded "Charlie's worried about you"

"I know" Wilbur said "he should be, it's not like I give a fuck anymore"

"Have you talked to your dad?" Clay asked

"What?"

"You're dad, have you talked to him lately?"

"No, why?"

"You should, maybe that'll remind you that you do still have someone"

Wilbur stared at the ground, a pit growing in his stomach "anyone I go near dies" He whispered