#VILBUR MIGHT GET RESURRECTED TODAY SO I WAS FEELING SENTIMENTAL LMAO

[divorceddadcore]

sunrises (quick writing piece)

Everything you’ve built. Your country, your family, your honor, and the freedom you fought for. Everything you sacrificed for it. All of it, until one day it doesn’t even matter anymore. You’re tossed aside, used and useless. Everyone’s staring at you, inspecting you, all thinking to themselves, “What’s this guy gonna do?”. None of them believe in you. The words they keep saying to you, dumb and meaningless, just pile up and up until the paranoia is almost unbearable. Traitor, traitor, who’s a traitor? Close your eyes, blink, open them again, oh no! Another traitor. 

And yet no one cares. They all think you’re the traitor. They think you’re the bad guy here, despite you were the one being robbed. Hell, it’s in your name ‘vilbur’. So why should you prove them wrong? Why not prove them right? Be the goddamn villain you were written to be, after all, you have no more control over your own story. And you cant stand the thought of someone else having control of it, so what do you do? You blow it up. That’s what. 

You blow up anything and everything that reminds you of them and it. You swear to the very last day that you will never let them have a happy ever after again. And so you make them pay. You hold the cold, empty knife and beg for someone to stab you. And they do, you never see him cry. It’s all so very dark. But the dark is lovely. 

“Why would anyone ever become a villain, Wil?”

“Tommy, have you ever looked at the world, all it’s injustices and pain, and thought to yourself, “If I could tear it all down I could build it up better.”?”

“No, not really.” he replied quietly after thinking to himself for a bit.

“Then you would never be a villain.” And you smiled and ruffled his hair, and that was the end of that. Onto a new day, a new plot maybe, a new sunrise. What a shame you won’t ever see another sunrise again.