Sanders Sides One-Shots

Graveyards - Virgil Angst

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF DEATH, BLAMING ONE'S SELF FOR SAID DEATH, MENTION OF ALCOHOL, MOVING BECAUSE RENT IS EXPENSIVE

Virgil walked down the worn pathway, blue roses in his hand. The sun shone bright, a stark contrast to the tears threatening to spill from his eyes, from his urge to just scream and punch, and from the graveyard around him.

He stopped once he reached two graves. 'Here lies April Black and Cris Black, wonderful people and parents' Virgil sniffled and sat down in front of them, setting the blue roses down softly as tears that were merely threatening spilled over, he curled up and sobbed for what felt like hours but in reality was only 20 minutes. The 18-year-old felt his phone vibrate and checked it, seeing it was for the apartment he was trying to get, he smiled softly as he saw they were letting him live there and he got up, saying goodbye and going towards his now oddly quiet house.

He opened the door and started packing, only taking what he needed along with some things from his parents so he would remember them better, not that he could forget them. He thought back to what had happened, he had asked them to pick him up from the bar as he had gone drinking, 30 minutes later he got a call saying that his parents had gotten into a car crash, 5 days later and he was standing at their funeral, 1 month later and he was still blaming himself thinking that if he had just called a cab they would still be here, 2 weeks after that and he went into denial, 1 week after that and he was snapped out of it, 1 more month of visiting their graves every day. He didn't realize it but he was finished packing, he checked the text again, 'Come over whenever you want today kiddo!'

He looked at the time, it was midnight, he figured none of them would be awake, he already went over where the key was in case they weren't awake. He grabbed the backpack, duffle bag, and messenger bag he had packed and hopped in his motorcycle.