One Last Promise [Wilbur x reader]

🚨TW: Abuse, violence, emotional manipulation, cheating, self-harm mention, substance abuse (alcohol, smoking), depression, grief, mental health struggles. And Jared.
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-Y/n POV:-

The bus came to a stop. My stop. I stepped off along with a few other passengers. Nearby, a little girl whined to her mother, "Mommm, can we pass by that toy shop on the way?" A faint smile tugged at my lips—it reminded me of when I used to beg my mom for toys.

I sighed, letting the quiet settle over me once more. The rain had softened into a light drizzle, yet with every step, the familiar street made my chest feel tighter. I used to walk this way nearly every day—to visit a freaking cheater.

One step and another...I could see his house coming  into view, the light seeping through was faint, Everything here was just a bitter reminder of how cheerful I had been every day I came here, knowing I was going to be with the person I trusted the most, well, used to trust.

I never wanted to come here again, but I knew I had to put an end to this...Each step I took made me feel like I was falling back into the dark hole of my memories, I felt my chest tighten and my breath was getting heavier with each passing second. I quickly pressed the edge of my jacket in a familiar rhythm—one that forced me to focus, grounding me in the present.

I then felt my leg stop on its own, yeah, my body still remembered how many steps I took and when to stop, I took a deep breath before looking up, And there it was—his house, standing before me like a ghost from my past, waiting to be confronted.

I walked to his front door, still gripping the edge of my jacket, I stare at the keyhole, frozen, knowing I have the key but unsure if I should use it, He never really took it from me because I just left and never came back after our fight.

I slowly moved my hands to the my pocket and got out his key. The key felt heavier than it should have. Like it carried the weight of every memory I wanted to forget. my hands were shaking as I entered the keys in the keyhole, I flipped it, hearing the door creak open.

I stepped inside, my grip on my jacket tightening with every breath. The door clicked shut behind me. The air was thick with the stench of rotting food and alcohol. Three empty wine glasses sat near the couch, surrounded by cigarette packs.

A slow, uneven breath comes from the living room. My body screams at me to run, but I force myself forward. And then, I see him—this cheater—sprawled on the sofa, a half-empty wine bottle clutched in his hand. A dark part of me wants to grab the kitchen knife and end this.

"Wow. Looks like things have really gone downhill for you. Tragic." I said, voice dripping with sarcasm, trying to hide how scared I was by sounding cold and sarcastic, he looked up at me, his eyes red with tiredness. "We haven't spoken in a while and now you come back, talking with that attitude of yours?"

"I talk however I want, cheater, Now, What do you want? Didn't I make it clear last time that we are done, Jared?" I asked, giving him an intense look, He got up and I could see his legs hurting so bad that he just sat down again, I spoke again in a sarcastic tone, wanting to show him how pathetic he was.

"Did you forget to take your pills again, Jared? You know the doctor told you to have to take them or your legs will hurt so bad, oh wait, I forgot, you are wasting all your money on some shit to get out of your pathetic reality" I said, laughing, a bitter laugh.

Jared looks at me "I am not the only one who is suffering here, you look like a wreck yourself" he said, he was saying the truth, I was a mess my self. "Yeah, I look like shit. That’s what grief does to you, Jared. But at least I’m not numbing it with drugs and excuses." I said, I was lying here, yes I didn't take drugs, but I would usually numb myself by drinking.