𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔵𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔶 𝔒𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

·»never coming home«·

⚠︎Warning⚠︎ angst, this is not a happy chapter.

† Romans pov †
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It all happened so fast.

To the point, I can't even remember why we were fighting in the first place.

We fought before but we would always make up...It's no different from the other times, ...right?

I was slumped down on the cold ground staring at my phone, the unread messages, my heart began to ache.

"You fucked this up like everything else," I thought to myself.

I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding for who knows how long. I picked my sorry self from off the floor and staggered my way to the bedroom.

And there it is, as a huge fucking slap to the face: His hoodie is on the bed. Agony taking over my body all I want to do is be in bed with Virgil, not just his hoodie.

I lazily crawled into bed, gripping the hoodie as close as possible. I let go of fighting back the tears and let it all come out, sobbing until it hurt to breathe. My throat felt bloody and raw.

A while later I found myself too tired to cry anymore, it was no use. It feels like life had lost meaning. I closed my eyes drifting in and out of consciousness. I'm unaware of how long I spent here, minutes, hours, days...years. It all escapes me.

*knock knock*

I jolt up from the bed. Could it be?

I rush to the door and unlock it to see my precious storm cloud.

"Don't get too excited. I'm only here for my stuff"

He remained cold and stone-faced as he lingered in the doorway waiting for me to move aside. "So I guess we're really doing this aren't we?"

"I guess so." His eyes narrowed as he continued to make eye contact.
He brushed his shoulder harshly against mine as he passed by.

[You are never coming home, never coming home. Could I? Should I?]

I watched helplessly as he threw everything in boxes and duffel bags.

[At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see]

I wanted to say something- T-to say anything. I did my best not to cry especially not now.

[And all the things that you never ever told me. And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home, never coming home]

I stood there speechless, by the time I worked up the courage to say anything it was too late.

[Could I? Should I?]

"Virgil wait-" *click*

[And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna]