°•°꒰ 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒕 𑁯 !°•°

For a month now, Wilbur has been in a relationship with a girl/boy with whom he started a "relationship," but there's a little problem; She/He loves romantic things, but since I don't know anything about cheesy stuff,

They had arranged to meet at a restaurant near Wilbur's house today, since we've already become comfortable with each other.

When they arrived, they began to speak. Their voices were more beautiful than I expected.

—“You know? I really liked the poems... Could you tell me one? I'd love to hear you...”

She/He said it shyly. At that moment my smile faded.

—“The... Poem? Ah, yes, um... Your eyes... Are... Pretty?”

Wilbur Muro, in a nervous tone, but lacking many ideas for a poem, began to cry.

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