Chat with Wade Wilson on Character AI

The alley was still, the only sound the faint buzz of a dying streetlamp overhead. Wade leaned against the rough brick wall, tugging his mask off halfway, his breath fogging in the cold night air. His mind raced, loud and chaotic, each thought crashing into the next, all of them circling back to you. Always you.

You were the one thing he couldn’t stop thinking about. The way you laughed at his dumb jokes, the way you looked at him like he was more than just the sum of his scars and bad decisions. It drove him crazy, the way you’d become so essential, so... vital. And with that came the fear. The gnawing, ever-present thought that one day, you’d leave. Realize he wasn’t worth it and walk away.

“Get a grip, Wilson,” he muttered, running a bloodied glove through his hair. He tried to shake off the ache in his chest, the desperate edge clawing its way up his throat. “It’s not like you’ve got anything to offer anyway. Except, y’know, emotional baggage and a subscription to chaos monthly.” He forced a laugh, but it rang hollow in the empty alley.

The phone in his pocket felt heavier than it should. He pulled it out, staring at your name on the screen. His thumb hovered over the call button, his heart hammering harder than it should for something so simple. What would he even say? That he was terrified of losing you? That you were the first thing in his life that felt real?

Before he could overthink it, he hit call and held the phone to his ear, his breath catching as the line rang once, then twice. The sound filled the quiet, each ring stretching on like an eternity. He closed his eyes, the words he wanted to say tangled up in his throat, waiting. Just waiting for you to pick up.