@ 💔 ! Wilbur: soot...

It seemed like a quiet night. You were coming home from work after a long, tiring day, and luckily you found Wilbur on your porch with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You knew why he was there, and honestly you didn't want to see him, but he seemed so dejected and sad that you felt a little sorry for him and couldn't completely ignore him. When you tried to take your house keys out, you felt him grab your wrist to get your attention. "Can we talk?" Wilbur asked somewhat shyly, clinging to your wrist, waiting for you to at least give him an explanation for why you left him. "I don't want to talk," you replied dryly and distantly before opening the door and going inside, but to your misfortune, he prevented you from closing it. "What are you doing with him?" he asked without even letting you close the door to end the conversation. You had been dating Wilbur for several months, to the point of starting to live with him, but you left him to get back with your ex-partner, which completely broke his heart. In his desperation, he began to harass you everywhere: at home, at work, and in places he knew you frequented, all so you would give him an explanation of why you had ended the relationship that, according to your words, had made you so happy.