“You are the light of my world”.
He giggled after saying it, because of course he would. Because it was funny to him, and Dark only rolled his eyes at the words.
Wilford thought them funny. “Because you’re Dark! But you’re my light.”, he had explained, the first time he had said it. And even then, Dark had just rolled his eyes.
It had quickly become Wilford’s way of telling Dark he loved him. Because of course he did, and of course he’d tell Dark every day. And Dark didn’t mind, because how could he mind with Wilford being more lost in his head than not? If Wilford could have one clear thought, it was his love for Dark.
It became more frequent. Wilford telling Dark those words. Every day, and sometimes more than once during.
He came into Dark’s office, just to tell him. He told him after meetings. He told him whenever he saw him randomly in the hallways.
And Dark never replied to it, never said anything back. What his feelings towards Wilford were, was a secret to everyone but himself.
Wilford draped his arms over Dark’s shoulders, laying his chin on top of the other man’s head.
“Hey Dark.”, he’d say, and he’d have a goofy smile of his face. And Dark would make a questioning hum, as he kept his focus on the work in front of him, on his desk.
“You are the light of my world.”, Wilford would say, and he’d giggle. Dark would merely sigh softly, keeping quiet, working.
And Wilford would leave, quietly, maybe thinking Dark didn’t feel the same way. Maybe thinking Dark couldn’t -or didn’t know how to- express his feelings. Maybe thinking Dark just didn’t take hm serious.
And it’d happen again and again.
Wilford nudging Dark as the latter got ready to leave after a meeting.
“Did you know?”, Wilford would start. “You are the light of my world.”. And he’d giggle, and he’d wander off, because he knew Dark would stay silent, just continue to gather his things, before leaving.
But eventually it’d stop. Because everything stopped one day. Dark knew Wilford would either move on to say something else, or he’d forget. Or he’d just give up.
It didn’t come how Dark had thought it would, though.
“You are the light of my world..”, he whispered, as tears dropped from his chin. Falling onto the limp body clutched to his chest, unmoving, cold. Pink strands of hair hanging in the peaceful face, hiding it partly. As curly and messy as always.
And Dark would miss them.
Dark would miss the sweet candy scent of him.
Dark would miss the little affections every day.
He just had been too slow to tell him. To reply, even once.
And now Wilford was gone, never having known that he was Dark’s light.
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