《One day, I know that you will be there... | Wilburxreader》10.
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I was sitting in a gray room. It was very cold and fogy. I looked around, it looked like a video game were the textures slowly loaded in. I looked at my hands, they were shaking.
I looked back up and saw some sort of light coming closer to me. It had a warm aura. As it came closer I could see that it was a person. The person sat next to me. They laid their hand on my cheek. It made me feel safe. I felt the person's face coming closer. I noticed that it was in fact Wilbur who was there with me. I felt my cheeks getting really warm. The distance was getting smaller and smaller. My heart was racing. I could feel his breath on my face. I closed my eyes. I wanted to tell him to kiss me already but I felt unable to speak. I wanted to close the tiny gap that was separating us but I couldn't do anything.
Suddenly everything vanished. I opened my eyes only to find myself in Wilbur's guest bedroom. That was weird... It was a really weird dream... It felt so real... I laid my hand on my cheek like he did in my dream.
I laid there staring at the ceiling while resting my hand on my cheek for a while until I finally got up and went out of my room.
I slowly made my way into the kitchen while still thinking about that dream. I got into the kitchen and saw Will standing there making breakfast. "Good morning y/n. Did you sleep well?." He smiled. I blushed when I thought about the dream and that I had almost kissed him then. "Y/n? You good?" He said waving at me."Oh yeah sorry. I was just thinking about this weird dream I had..." "Weird dream huh? Wanne tell me about it?" Shit wat do I tell him.
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I sat down at the counter. "Okay...Uhm... I have these recurring dreams were I just sit in this gray cold room... My hole body is trembling and I feel unable to move." He looked at me with a concerned look. "Thats sounds really weird..." "Yeah... but it was differed this time." I seared at the cabinet and touched my lips with my finger. "What do you mean?" He sat down next to me. My heartbeat was getting faster. "You... You were there..." I looked at him. He looked a little surprised. " I was there?" I nodded. "Did I do anything?" I took a deep breath and thought about what I should tell him. "You just sat there with me... you made me feel safe..."
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