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Missing You in Darkness (A Twist in Fate AU)

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Wilbur feels around the marble bathroom counter, searching for the hair ties Phil got for him a few months ago.

His hair was just beginning to grow out then but lately it had gotten got wilder and harder to manage.

The older boy’s fingers finally wrap around the hair ties. Now for the difficult part. As if finding hair ties blind wasn’t hard enough already, he had to tie up his hair.

Wilbur twists his arms around, blindly searching for the back of his hair.

After a few minutes of struggling, he sinks to the ground.

He just wanted to see again.

But no, he had to live like this.

It should’ve been different.

He should’ve died.

Tommy should’ve lived.

Wilbur sniffles, tears beginning to stream down his face.

Fuck, he missed the kid.

It was never supposed to be this way.

If only he could see his little brother’s face again.

Wilbur clenches his eyes shut, trying to remember the boy’s features.

Nothing.

He shouldn’t of expected anything different. He could never remember anyone’s faces without being able to see them.

Tommy always saw things from a brighter perspective.

And now that brightness was gone, all the color was drained from Wilbur’s life. Doomed to an eternity of darkness.

“Wil?” Phil asks, knocking on the bathroom door lightly. “Are you okay in there?”

“Y…yes.” Wilbur sniffles, wiping his eyes.

“Are you sure? Do you need help?”

“No, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a moment.” Wilbur replies, gripping the marble counter and pulling himself up.

When he opened the door, Phil was waiting for him.

He could smell his father’s cologne. Who knows why he wore it. It smelled terrible.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Can…can you help me.” Wilbur asks, holding out the hair ties in his hand.

“Of course, mate.” Phil answers, taking his son’s hand and leading him to the living room.
The two sit down and Phil gently pulls the boy’s hair back.

“You need a haircut.”

“No.” Wilbur shakes his head. “I like it.”

“Okay, but we need to manage it at least. Right now it’s everywhere.”

“Phil?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I visit him today?” Wilbur asks quietly.

“Again? We were just there a couple days ago.”

“I miss him.”

Phil sighs, tying Wilbur’s hair into a down ponytail.

“Okay. We can visit his grave later.”

“Thank you, Phil.”