no where to go

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No one's pov(sadge)

Quiet footsteps could be heard as heavy breathing fills the air like a plague ready to infect someone with anxiety.

Virgil had been walking for what seems to be endless upon endless loops of trees, he doesn't know where he is, cautiously taking each steps, hearing some leaves crunched under his boot. Sometimes spacing out and imagining himself as the leaf being crushed and stepped on endlessly.

Virgil sighs and shook his head trying to shake of those thoughts. He starts to wonder what it would be like living in his own, start a farm, have farm animals to take care of, farm carrots, potatoes, wheat and more, or maybe live a cottage core kind of life.

He could only wished as he knows the quiet breeze of peace and silent won't last long, sooner or later he'd be found and be guilt tripped by them.. Them.. His friends?  They wouldn't. The "light" sides would. But, sometimes he wonders if it's really that simple having people around you and constantly defend him from people who have hurt him.

It somehow seems to good to be true, maybe he's just being paranoid? Yet he could only sigh as he stops on his tracks, deciding to rest for now, he went towards one of the many endless trees and just slid down as he took a shaky breath, finally relaxing a bit.


He really had nowhere to go

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