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It had been a while since Wilbur had someone to share Valentine's day with. The last had to have been before the SMP. Before he had started a country, before he had been killed and brought back from the dead, well before that. He treasures that memory, in a cottage by the sea, his son only an infant, Sally by his side, and warmth surrounding them.
But then things changed. He left Sally and Fundy behind, with promises to come back within the next few years for them, once his country has grown up. He had no idea that would be the last Valentine's day he would spend there. Not quite a year after he left, he got a letter. Sally had died, and Fundy was en route to L’Manburg.
After that, Wilbur almost completely closed his heart off. Nothing had prepared him for the utter gut-wrenching pain emanating from his heart as he read that letter, and he still wasn’t prepared. But slowly, over the years since Sally’s death, his heart had been easing open.
It wasn’t instant at all, that would be preposterous. It was little pushes, here and there. His son’s first words, his brother fighting by his side in the Revolution, the community that sprung up around him.
Now, he sat in a cabin on his brother Techno’s estate, built by both him and Techno. It was yet another Valentine’s without Sally, and the sting was almost nonexistent. A knock on the door caused him to look up from the book in his hands, setting it to the side as he stood up and walked to the door. Opening it, he was surprised to see who was on the other side, a face he thought he would never see again.
It was his first love, his only love, his Sally. He stumbled back.
“Hey Wil,” She smiled softly. “Can I come in?”
“Y-yeah of course, come in, come in, get out of the cold.” Stepping out of the way, Sally stepped through the door, rubbing her arms.
Wilbur stared at her in disbelief as she looked around the cabin, the same as how she looked when he had left her, a dress flowing around her legs, feet bare against the ground, hair tumbling down her back.
Looking over her shoulder, Sally smirked. “Nice place you have here. It’s got that nice semi-impersonal touch Techno brings doesn’t it?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, it does. I just. Don’t mind me asking, but. Is this a dream?”
Sally turned to face him, putting her hands out in from of her.
“Wil, take my hands. You can feel them right? No passing through them, no weird sci-fi stuff right?”
Hesitantly, he reached out and grabbed them. To his surprise, Sally’s words were true. The heat from her palms slowly brought back some heat to his, giving his heart the final push to heal completely.
He slowly drew his hands back. “But, how? You died, you died years ago. So much has happened and I. You can’t be alive.”
Sally smiled softly. “Oh Wil, I did die. But you died too. You came back, and I came back. Sure, you got revived by a homicidal smiley face, and I got revived by my mother-in-law, but we’re both back, aren’t we?”
Wilbur rushed forward and hugged her, causing her to still in his arms for just a second before she wrapped her arms around him, just as tight, if not tighter than his grip on her. They stayed like this for a few minutes, basking in each other's presence, before Sally pulled back.
Reaching up, she cupped Wilbur’s head in her hand and stroked the scars littered across his face. Moving her hand upwards, she drew her fingers through the white patch in his hair, the patch he tried so hard to hide, to try to forget how he had gotten here.
“Oh Wil,” she whispered. “What did they do to you?”
Choking back a sob-filled laugh, a tear rolled down his cheek. “Nothing much, just a couple of explosions here and there.” The memories of said explosions faded as they were replaced with the moment happening now, moments of pain replaced with moments of joy.
There were thousands of things they would need to catch up on, hell millions of things, but he could forget about them now, finally reunited with his Sally. Finally, he wouldn’t have to spend another Valentine’s day alone.