Prompt 85: Them
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Wilbur had never been the most obedient of children. Making trouble and causing a ruckus were some of his favorite pastimes, and he was never above thinking up the usual practical joke. Even as he made his way through his teen years, he always got quite a kick out of playing pranks on his family. All in good nature, of course, and as wild of a bunch as they were, no one ever really minded.
And though he put on the image of a troublemaker, and a rebel as he got older, deep down, he loved and respected his parents very much. He did his chores, (tried) to keep his room in order, and hardly ever missed a dinner with them and the rest of the Robinsons.
But even deeper down, there was something more… troubled about Wilbur. He often found himself watching his parents, almost scrutinizing them. When they were alone in a room together, just talking, or being cuddly with each other, Wilbur would stare from behind a shadowed corner. Only for a moment, so as not to be caught, but no matter how brief it was, the sick, envious feeling always surfaced.
Though was the point of being… jealous? Jealous, of all things! But at the same time, it was an emotion far deeper, far darker than jealousy. Something too bizarre to even merit a title. He did his best to keep it at bay. High on the tip-top shelf in the darkest recesses of his heart, he kept these feelings.
But somehow, it always managed to ensnare him when he saw the two of them alone together, or even when they glanced at one another during dinner. It was as if it were waiting for him, always there to make him feel terribly about himself.
He did his best though, every day, to push it out of his mind. Things were the way fate meant for them to be, and nothing was going to change that. No matter how hard he wished, no matter ho hard he loved, it wasn't meant to be. It was for them, but not for him.
So he continued to watch them, pulled in like a moth to the light, as fate played its nasty course right in front of him.