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"No, I don't want you to leave" Wilbur pleaded. Lewis turned to face the boy.
"If I don't, none of this will even exist!" Lewis raised his arm and showed Wilbur the city. The city lit up against the dark sky. Countless glimmers of pure-white stars shined down onto the peaceful landscape. Wilbur walked out on to the balcony and stood next to Lewis. He leaned on the railing and let out a depressing sigh.
"But, I don't think…I don't know if I can live without you" Wilbur confessed, staring aimlessly at the shadowed courtyards below. Sorrow flashed in Lewis's eyes. He knew inside too, that he couldn't be apart from his best friend, his only friend.
"Don't worry, we won't be alone, I am your father after all" Lewis tried to convince Wilbur, and himself. Yet the burn of separation still continued in his heart. Wilbur could never see Lewis as a father now, and Lewis secretly didn't want to be. He didn't know why, but he hated the fact that he was his father. Wilbur let out an angry, upset groan. Lewis rested his arm on Wilbur for comfort. Wilbur looked up at Lewis, who was gazing at him already.
"If I don't go" his voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned close to Wilbur's ear. "You would never exist". A shock was sent through Wilbur. He had never realized it but, either way, he could never be with Lewis, only his father, Cornelius.
"Lewis, I," Wilbur stuttered, standing up straight.  Lewis  removed his arm and wore a puzzling expression.  Wilbur stared intensely at the ground with his eyes widening with each second that passed. He clenched his fists and his face cringed into a mix of anger, pain and sadness. Tears fell from his eyes and splashed onto the marble floor below. His whole being shaked violently. He was very unstable, physically and mentally.
"Wilbur," Lewis stretched out his hand to help the young boy, but Wilbur slapped it away. Now he was looking straight into Lewis's shocked eyes. Wilbur couldn't take it. He wanted to stay with him, so much that he burned with pain inside his chest. He couldn't handle the pain of being apart from him. 'Why? Why am I like this? Why do I need him so much?' Questions raced around Wilbur's mind, clouding and confusing him.
Lewis raised and held his hand which Wilbur had hit. It had turned bright red and Lewis's eyes became watery, though he tried to hold it back. Wilbur's heart sank. His whole body loosened. He had hurt the one person he wanted to protect the most. Wilbur's body froze for what seemed like an eternity. Tears rolled down Lewis's cheek. Wilbur opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Wilbur tightened up again, clenching his fists. He immediately turned around and ran through the arches, inside their house. He ran down the hall, twisting and turning to the left and right. He felt trapped and everything around him became a blur. He threw his whole body against a door. He smashed through into his bedroom. He kicked papers and toys, cracking the toys into halves and quarters. He violently grabbed his chair and threw it across the room, smashing his lamp as well. He wiped everything of his desk and tipped it over. He walked a few steps until he caught his reflection in a mirror. He hated the person who stared back at him. Filled with so much anger and hate for himself.
"YOU!! DAMNIT!" he punched straight into the mirror, shards scattering everywhere and cutting into his skin. He punched it continuously, not caring for the stinging pain in his fists. "BASTARD! WHY DID YOU HURT HIM!!!" Wilbur shouted with so much hatred and anger. "because…" he stopped punching and looked into his own eye through a shard left on the mirror. "Because…" he stuttered again. A tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek. Then another and another until he couldn't stop. He turned around and laid down in his bed. He curled up above the blankets. He held his hands close to his face, trying to cover his tears, but couldn't because the pain was too much. The constant bleeding and tears blended together and stained everything it touched. Wilbur started to close his eyes. He became unconscious to either to blood-loss or being under too much pain, but he didn't care or wonder. He just wanted to be with Lewis, but after what he had done, he was unsure if he could ever face or apologize to him.

The morning light shone through the large window opposite Wilbur's bed. The soft light touched the wreckage Wilbur caused. The shards of scattered mirror laid across the carpeted floor. The shined and glittered multiple colors that reflected on the walls and ceiling. The light advanced further and further, reaching over Wilbur's thin figure. The light tried to penetrate through his eyelids with small success. A red light covered Wilbur's darkness. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter, but the light was still there. Suddenly a dark shadow appeared over Wilbur. Wilbur was relieved and relaxed again but someone grabbed him by the shoulder and started shaking him. He tried ignoring them but the shaking became more violent until he  heard a angry woman's voice shout,
"Wilbur Cornelius Robinson, wake up this  instant!"
He immediately opened his eyes and sat upright. He looked up and saw that his mother was extremely angry. "What did you do to your room!" she demanded. Then her face changed from anger to shock in a split second. Blood soaked through the bed in a large puddle-shape. Wilbur was also covered in dry blood. His mother looked and saw the Wilbur's wounds on hiss hands reopened and were bleeding.
"what-" she breathed out. Then all at once, his mother hugged him and asked if he was alright continuously. He claimed that he was fine. Ignoring Wilbur's answer of being fine, she called out to Cornelius to get the first-aid kit. A tall man with spiked blond hair peeked through the door and gasped when he saw the destruction and Wilbur's blood. He spun around fast and almost ran down the hall.
Less than a minute later, he returned with a white box with a red cross painted on the lid. His mother poured antiseptic and bandage the wounds. Wilbur stayed silent and still, barely responding to his parents. They were very concerned.  After a moment of silence, Wilbur's mother spoke.
"Wilbur, what happened?" she slowly and solemnly said.

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"No, I don't want you to leave" Wilbur pleaded. Lewis turned to face the boy.
"If I don't, none of this will even exist!" Lewis raised his arm and showed Wilbur the city. The city lit up against the dark sky. Countless glimmers of pure-white stars shined down onto the peaceful landscape. Wilbur walked out on to the balcony and stood next to Lewis. He leaned on the railing and let out a depressing sigh.
"But, I don't think…I don't know if I can live without you" Wilbur confessed, staring aimlessly at the shadowed courtyards below. Sorrow flashed in Lewis's eyes. He knew inside too, that he couldn't be apart from his best friend, his only friend.
"Don't worry, we won't be alone, I am your father after all" Lewis tried to convince Wilbur, and himself. Yet the burn of separation still continued in his heart. Wilbur could never see Lewis as a father now, and Lewis secretly didn't want to be. He didn't know why, but he hated the fact that he was his father. Wilbur let out an angry, upset groan. Lewis rested his arm on Wilbur for comfort. Wilbur looked up at Lewis, who was gazing at him already.
"If I don't go" his voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned close to Wilbur's ear. "You would never exist". A shock was sent through Wilbur. He had never realized it but, either way, he could never be with Lewis, only his father, Cornelius.
"Lewis, I," Wilbur stuttered, standing up straight.  Lewis  removed his arm and wore a puzzling expression.  Wilbur stared intensely at the ground with his eyes widening with each second that passed. He clenched his fists and his face cringed into a mix of anger, pain and sadness. Tears fell from his eyes and splashed onto the marble floor below. His whole being shaked violently. He was very unstable, physically and mentally.
"Wilbur," Lewis stretched out his hand to help the young boy, but Wilbur slapped it away. Now he was looking straight into Lewis's shocked eyes. Wilbur couldn't take it. He wanted to stay with him, so much that he burned with pain inside his chest. He couldn't handle the pain of being apart from him. 'Why? Why am I like this? Why do I need him so much?' Questions raced around Wilbur's mind, clouding and confusing him.
Lewis raised and held his hand which Wilbur had hit. It had turned bright red and Lewis's eyes became watery, though he tried to hold it back. Wilbur's heart sank. His whole body loosened. He had hurt the one person he wanted to protect the most. Wilbur's body froze for what seemed like an eternity. Tears rolled down Lewis's cheek. Wilbur opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Wilbur tightened up again, clenching his fists. He immediately turned around and ran through the arches, inside their house. He ran down the hall, twisting and turning to the left and right. He felt trapped and everything around him became a blur. He threw his whole body against a door. He smashed through into his bedroom. He kicked papers and toys, cracking the toys into halves and quarters. He violently grabbed his chair and threw it across the room, smashing his lamp as well. He wiped everything of his desk and tipped it over. He walked a few steps until he caught his reflection in a mirror. He hated the person who stared back at him. Filled with so much anger and hate for himself.
"YOU!! DAMNIT!" he punched straight into the mirror, shards scattering everywhere and cutting into his skin. He punched it continuously, not caring for the stinging pain in his fists. "BASTARD! WHY DID YOU HURT HIM!!!" Wilbur shouted with so much hatred and anger. "because…" he stopped punching and looked into his own eye through a shard left on the mirror. "Because…" he stuttered again. A tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek. Then another and another until he couldn't stop. He turned around and laid down in his bed. He curled up above the blankets. He held his hands close to his face, trying to cover his tears, but couldn't because the pain was too much. The constant bleeding and tears blended together and stained everything it touched. Wilbur started to close his eyes. He became unconscious to either to blood-loss or being under too much pain, but he didn't care or wonder. He just wanted to be with Lewis, but after what he had done, he was unsure if he could ever face or apologize to him.

The morning light shone through the large window opposite Wilbur's bed. The soft light touched the wreckage Wilbur caused. The shards of scattered mirror laid across the carpeted floor. The shined and glittered multiple colors that reflected on the walls and ceiling. The light advanced further and further, reaching over Wilbur's thin figure. The light tried to penetrate through his eyelids with small success. A red light covered Wilbur's darkness. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter, but the light was still there. Suddenly a dark shadow appeared over Wilbur. Wilbur was relieved and relaxed again but someone grabbed him by the shoulder and started shaking him. He tried ignoring them but the shaking became more violent until he  heard a angry woman's voice shout,
"Wilbur Cornelius Robinson, wake up this  instant!"
He immediately opened his eyes and sat upright. He looked up and saw that his mother was extremely angry. "What did you do to your room!" she demanded. Then her face changed from anger to shock in a split second. Blood soaked through the bed in a large puddle-shape. Wilbur was also covered in dry blood. His mother looked and saw the Wilbur's wounds on hiss hands reopened and were bleeding.
"what-" she breathed out. Then all at once, his mother hugged him and asked if he was alright continuously. He claimed that he was fine. Ignoring Wilbur's answer of being fine, she called out to Cornelius to get the first-aid kit. A tall man with spiked blond hair peeked through the door and gasped when he saw the destruction and Wilbur's blood. He spun around fast and almost ran down the hall.
Less than a minute later, he returned with a white box with a red cross painted on the lid. His mother poured antiseptic and bandage the wounds. Wilbur stayed silent and still, barely responding to his parents. They were very concerned.  After a moment of silence, Wilbur's mother spoke.
"Wilbur, what happened?" she slowly and solemnly said.