Dear readers, your author here has made this chapter and only now realized how much pain it will bring down on you guys so uhm... Idk if you're a sensitive ass bish like me, get up, get a tissue then you can come back. Thank you ^^
Virgil
I drove up to the manor early in the morning. It was cloudy outside so I didn't have to worry about the sun.
"Virgil!" I looked up to see Quinn running towards me. She must have heard the news about what Alicia did. They jumped in my arms giving me a hug.
"So it is true? She really attacked him!?" I nodded, not saying a word. Quinn grabbed my suitcase, held my hand and led me to my old room.
"Do you need to be alone for a while?"
"Yes please. I'll be down in a few minutes." Quinn nodded and closed the door behind her as she left. I sighed and sat down on my bed.
The room looked the same as I left it. I guess Alicia was the only one who ever came in there. Heavy and dark purple curtains stopped the sunlight from coming in. On the bedside table was a framed and dusty picture. I picked it up and blew the dust away. It was an old drawing of our family. Alicia's hand was on Quinn's head, the other holding me as a baby. Dad was grinning widely as Janus sat on his lap. That was in 1746, 1 month after I was born. It might seem unreal, but there was a time where I would call Alicia mom. A time where I could jump in her arms and and tell her I loved her. A time where she was still normal.
I closed my eyes for a bit and imagined what would my life be like if she never changed. She would have asked me to introduce her to Roman, maybe even asked me to walk me down the aisle at my wedding. I would have a normal conversation with her as she was braiding Quinn's hair or laugh at her as she was desperatly trying to help Janus put his medecine on his psoriasis. Maybe dad would still be here. He would be baking apple pies like he did every time I came back home and tell dad jokes as he ruffled up my hair or even embarrass me in front of my boyfriend.
I snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of arguing downstairs. Right before I got up, a sudden wave of sadness washed over me and I felt a sharp pain in my chest.
"... Roman..." I didn't know how to explain it but... It felt like he was here too, and he was upset.
Roman
My eyes fluttered open, and I soon was struck by the sharp pain of a broken arm. The memories from last night flooded back in my mind and stopped when I lost consciousness on the broken table. I looked around and I saw a piece of paper propped against a lamp on my bedside table. I recognized Virgil's handwriting. I slowly reached out and took it.
"Roman
By the time you're reading this, I'm already going to be gone. Trust me, this isn't willingly and there is so much that I want to say to you that won't fit in this letter. All you need to know is that I made a choice. Either I chose my freedom and you would be dead, or I chose to go back to the main house with my mother, never to see you again and you would be spared.
I'd understand if you're mad. I know I am. When I watched you unconscious and about to die, I realized that this was the best decision. You don't deserve to suffer because of my choices and my crappy life. Still, I'm selfish. I want to stay with you, tell you I love you every day because I didn't get the chance to say it before. I want to be the one that makes you smile when you're sad, I want to be next to you in the most important days of your life, I want to love you.
I would like to thank you for the 15 months we spent together. I didn't think I'd ever fall in love again, yet, here I am, crying about the thought I'll never see you again... When you realize I'm gone, don't feel too lonely, and I hope I get a good space in that big heart of yours Princey. I love you and I don't think I'll ever be able to stop loving you.
Goodbye.
Ps: I do.
-Virgil"
The words on the letter started to blur as tears formed in my eyes. He was gone. I could feel my heart break as it slowly started to sink in. Virgil was gone, forever. Still, I could still feel him here. His warm yet shy affection was now replaced by cold hard regret.
