A Collection Of Various One Shots Depicting Thomas Sanders's Characters

[Prinxiety, Platonic Princality] ~ Alone (Pt. 2)

Warning: Major character death, pretty major depression

You read part one. You read the title. You read the warning. You know what's going to happen. On that note... Enjoy the one shot, kiddos. [Evil laughter]

Side note: This is part of an angst war between me and insertpunhere0 . So, blame her for the angst in this one shot as well as the angst in part one. Her readers are already pissed at me for being the cause of the angst in her works.

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I stared up at the ceiling, blankly.

I couldn't feel anymore.

Not after...

Not after receiving the news.

He's gone.

Virgil, my emo, the only love I've ever had...

Gone.

It's been four days since he died.

I don't think I've felt anything since.

I wanted so badly to cry, to hate myself, to feel... something.

But nothing.

I felt nothing.

Virgil was gone, and I was completely void of emotion.

I was empty.

Who am I now, without him?

Petty and dull, with a nerve to doubt him.

Virgil's gone, and all that's left of him is memories.

Memories of his laugh. He would normally be so dark and dismal, but I could make him laugh. He would laugh genuinely, like he didn't have a care in the world.

Memories of his smile. Whether it was a small, teasing smirk, or the genuine smile that I would purposely try to get out of him, any smile of his made me fall in love with him all over again every time I saw it.

Memories of his teasing remarks. He loved to mock me, tease me, mess with me... But we both knew it was all in good fun. It became our thing. Teasing nicknames, sarcastic remarks, witty comebacks.

He was my Hot Topic, and I was his Sir Sings-A-Lot.

But now that's all a thing of the past.

Never again will I hear Virgil's laugh, or see his smile, or hear him tease me.

He was gone.

Why couldn't life be like the movies?

And then they lived happily ever after.

I had my happily ever after with Virgil.

But nothing good really ever lasts.

I bit my lip.

I wanted to cry, but nothing came out.

I just lay there, on my bed, refusing to move.

My phone rang from where it was on the bedside table, but I ignored it. I haven't responded to text or calls in days. It buzzed for several rings, then fell silent.

I couldn't do anything except lay there, motionless and numb.

I was a mess. My hair was greasy and resembled a bird's nest. Usually I would care about beauty, but it didn't matter to me anymore. I wasn't myself anymore. My usual confidence and ego had gone out the door the moment of the car crash.