I Love You Too: A Prinxiety Fanfiction

Chapter Three

TW

Virgil's POV

I started at Princey in such disbelief. How could he possibly care for me? How could he possibly help me? I was the bad guy, and what he said was true- even though he kept denying it. That's when I decided it. I knew he had seen my scars- and I knew this was just out of pity- not love. Nobody could truly love me, anyways. I didn't want him to have to worry about me. If I isolated myself, I could keep the pain for myself, not having to share it with anyone. So that's what I decided to do. 

"Leave me alone, Roman." I shoved him away, wiping my nose with my sleeve. He looked hurt, and said "Fine. I'll leave you alone, but I'm coming back later to check on you." 

"Don't. You don't need to. Really. Don't. I'm not worth it." As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I had screwed up. He was going to stay in there and argue my worth with me. 

"Anxiety, don't say that. We need you more than you know, even though I don't show it, I-" I don't know what he was going to say at this point, but I guess I will never know. I shoved him out of the room and closed the door. It was obvious I didn't want him here. 

I knew I had probably hurt him, which I felt bad about. But he would get over it. If he truly wanted to hang out with me, he would just do it. Not only when I was in trouble or when I had an anxiety attack. 

He pities me. That's why. But if he knew how I felt about him, he would pity me even more. 

Roman's POV

"I'm not worth it." My heart sank. I couldn't believe he felt this way. And after all this time, he never told anyone. But why? Why did I care so much about Anxiety? The villain after all. 

Then, I realized it, I cared about him. So I needed to tell him. 

 "Anxiety, don't say that. We need you more than you know, even though I don't show it, I-" But I was cut off by Anxiety rudely shoving me out of the room. 

I decided not to fight back. If he wanted to be alone, I would let him. I went back to my room, sniffling. But why? He had rejected me. I had not been rejected before. That's it. I must do a grand gesture to woo my Stormy Knight. 

(time skip to that evening because I'm lazy lol)

Virgil's POV 

I was asleep. I awoke with a bad headache. So I walked to my dresser and picked up the half empty glass of water. It was unbearably hot. I realized I still had my hoodie on. So I took it off along with the rest of my clothes and hopped in the ice cold shower. It shocked me at first- the water. Not caring to change the temperature, I got used to it, and quickly showered. 

After I had dried off, I put on the rest of my clothes. Except my hoodie. I looked down at it, in dismay. Then my sight switched to my arms. I saw my scars. New ones, old ones that were fading. Then I realized I had to wear it to cover my cutting. I sighed, picking up the old ragged hoodie and slipped it over my torso, wincing when it brushed against my forearm. 

I felt like crap right about then. So that was probably the perfect time for him to appear. Suicidal Thoughts. I called him Su. He was my Anxiety, in a sense. But since I am the embodiment of anxiety to Thomas, my anxiety was escalated. 

He popped up, right next to me, as I was sitting on my bed thinking. 

"Hey. What're ya thinking about?"

"Nothing Su, go away." I snapped back, not wanting to listen to him right now. 

"Hmm." He grinned evilly. "Are you sure you're not thinking about...Roman?" 

  I shook my head silently, lying to myself. 

"You know he'll never love you, right? Who would? I mean, you're just... well, how do I put this... worthless. Unloved... Alone." 

That last one hit me like a brick. I was alone. And it was better this way. This way I couldn't hurt anybody. I clamped my hands over my ears and crawled under my covers. Then he quickly threw off the blankets, yelling at me, "Nobody can or will love you and don't you forget it! The world would be better without you." 

"No!" I cried, struggling to argue against what I thought gospel  truth. "That's... that's not true!"

"And Princey hates you too! Don't you know pity when you see it?" He laughed, seeing me writhe around on my bed, choking back sobs. "You know it's true." Su sank out, with a sadistic smirk on his face.

I was left sobbing in my room. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled out my razor. I was about to start cutting when I heard a knock. Wiping the tears from my face, I walked to the door, opened it a crack, and peered around outside. There was nobody there. Really funny, Morality. I thought. Just as I was about to close the door, I looked down and saw something... surprising. 

There were red roses,  but they were in a vase and...blackened and wilting? Then next to it was a brand new hoodie, neatly folded. Who had given me this? Why had they chosen to remain anonymous? Now I couldn't thank them. I placed the roses on my desk, and changed my hoodie. It was so nice to have a new one that didn't have dried blood stains on the inside of the arms. 

It couldn't have been Logan who gave me this. He's not... feeling-sy. It could have been Patton. But I know that if Patton were to give me roses, they wouldn't be blackened. Although I did like the touch. They were like me. Imperfect. That only leaves Roman. But why? Maybe... maybe he feels the same way about me that I do about him. 

No, that was wishful thinking. I might as well change the hoodie. I hated that old one I had. As I changed into the new hoodie, I couldn't help but feel comforted. It was like a nice, warm hug. I didn't get those often. But I so wanted one from Princey. 

But it was foolish to think I would ever get one. I would always be alone. 

Author's Note- Sorry it took me so long to upload! But wow! This chapter is 1,093 words long! I hope you enjoyed this! :) See you next time and have a dance worthy day! ;)