It's strange isn't it.
It takes nine months for a life to enter this world, but can take less than a second to be taken away.
Virgil had always known this, that's why he distanced himself, to be cautious and uncaring.
But he did care, way to much.
He cared about Patton, Thomas, Logan, he even cared about Roman.
But most of all, he cared about you.
You were beautiful, the only person he truly felt he could confide in.
The only person he was absolutely in love with.
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"Uh. Hey, do you sell this shirt in a large?" You asked the darkly dressed man.
The man laughed, "I don't work here."
Your face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"I'm so sorry sir." You mumbled.
"Virgil." He said, sticking out his hand.
"Y/n." You replied
You first met.
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"Y/n." Virgil mumbled, anxiously twisting his fingers.
"Anything wrong Virgil?" You asked, imidiatly standing up and approaching him.
"I... Do you... Wanna go... Nevermind." He sighed, and turned around.
You chuckled slightly, "Friday. Pick me up at eight."
He froze until he believed you had left, before fist punching the air in victory.
First time asking you out.
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"Virgil where are we going?" You laughed, as Virgil held his hands over your eyes.
"Riiggghhhhttttt. Here!" He pulled his hands off your eyes and allowed you to view the scenery.
A small black and purple checkered blanket lye in the grass, fairy lights hanging around said blanket.
A small picnic basket in the middle of the blanket.
You nearly cried. "It's beautiful Virgil."
Virgil smiled and hugged you placing a small kiss on your cheek.
Your first date.
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"Merry Christmas!" You smiled, giving everyone a hug, before approaching your beloved.
You hugged him.
A small squeal came from another person in the room.
You turned to see Patton pointing above you.
You look up, only to see one of the most annoying yet entertaining, if you're not caught under it with a moron, holiday traditions yet.
Virgil's face was a bright red.
You chuckled slightly, and wrapped your arms around his neck.
He placed his hands softly on your hips, as you connected yours and his lips, in your first kiss.
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Your head was laying in Virgil's lap as he sat on his bed watching The Nightmare Before Christmas.
You had been together for a year, and still have yet to utter those three words that could make or break someone.
