Ghostbur Concept A, part two:
“Who are you? Why do you have my diary?”
Your tears halt for a moment, jaw agape. You swear your heart stops for at least 3 seconds. Dropping the diary onto the grassy floor, it made a thump. Your now free hands slowly covered your mouth and the tears continued running and running. “Wil?” You questioned out loud. You were blind to the confused gaze on his face. Staggering to your feet, you could feel the muck sticking to the knees of your tattered jeans, but you couldn’t care less.
“Wilbur, I-” Your hand reached out to him. Reached out to his yellow sweater. Reached out to feel his warmth again. Reached out to feel the comforting beat of his heart.
Your right hand fazes through him.
A look of pure horror engulfed your expression, but it soon turned solemn and emotionless.
Not intentionally adding salt to your wound, Ghostbur floats away from you to pick up his book. “Sorry, Ms. But do I know you?” He turns back to you.
The glimmer in your eyes - well, what was left of it - was wiped out. “You don’t... know who I am?” You asked. He shook his head. “I don’t recall.”
“O-Oh...” Was all you could say. The emptiness of your being concerned the ghost, “Ms, are you oka-” You cut him off.
“I’ve got somewhere to be, have a good day.” Your voice was shaky.
Turning away from the apparition, you started off with a slow, miserable walk. Picking up the pace to a light jog, the only thing left to do was to run. So you did. The rain’s speed of downpour synchronised with your own. You didn’t care of the destination. You ran as far and as fast as your legs could take you. You didn’t care how crazy you looked. Just as far away from there as possible. But for some sick reason, your legs took you to the tall, lonely hill. The one where you made your promise to Wilbur.
“Hah...” You stopped and caught your breath and dropped to your knees. Your hands flew to your sopping hair, pulling, tugging, ripping it as hard as you could, hoping the pain would just wake you up from this wretched nightmare. Looking up to the grey clouds, your eyes swirled with craze. “Haha... HAHAHA!!” A manic laugh escaped your lungs.
The sound of droplets making heavy impact with the ground overpowered and masked the sound of your pathetic laughter for anyone else but you to hear. Your belting soon died down, leaving you in a sobbing mess all over again.
The two of you sat on a tall hill, your fingers intertwined with his while watching the setting sun. “I’ll always be by your side, Wil. No matter what. I promise you that.” You looked at him while making your promise, to add sincerity.
“No matter what?” The hand in yours stiffened slightly.
You have his a gentle squeeze for comfort. “No matter what.”
You screamed into oblivion. “If I’m going to make a promise as big as that, at least keep it too, damnit Wil!” Your lungs burned along with your hatred.
You hunched over yourself and looked at the puddle that formed beneath you. Your reflection staring at you with tired and defeated hues. The bags under them didn’t help your appearance either. Did you always look like that?
“At least remember my promise, you idiot... That’s not fair...” Another wave of a memory overcame you, only this time, it was much larger than the previous ones.
“It’s not fair, Y/n! IT’S NOT FAIR!” Wilbur hugged your body as closely to him as possible, scared that you will leave him too. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
“I know, Wil... I know...”
“It’s not fair, Wil! YOU’RE NOT BEING FAIR!” You hugged yourself as tightly as possible, desperate for warmth and comfort. Tears streamed down your cheeks. Only this time, no one wiped them for you like you did for him. And you were the only one who could tell yourself ‘I know... I know...’
