Unstable || Prinxiety

Chapter 15

(Roman's POV)

Song: Bite -Troye Sivan

How could someone just disappear? I didn't think it was possible -- no one did. Yet it happened, and of course, it just happened to be someone I cared about. Of course, of all people in Thomas's mind, it just had to be him.

I didn't know how long it's been since he went missing. The clock told me it had only been hours, but it felt like much more than that. I still had the note he gave me, and I slipped it into my pocket reluctantly. I wasn't ready to read it yet, to hear the reasons why he ran away; the reasons his life sucked. Looking around, I found that I was sitting in the common room; I didn't even remember walking here. Everyone was going about their business, no one seemed to care. Did they even notice he was gone? People were passing me, each one smiling and laughing. The movement never stopped and with each new face, I felt myself get closer to the edge. The edge of panic. I need to get out of here.

I used to be relaxed, without a care in the world. I used to thrive in crowded environments, always wanting to be the center or everyone's world. When did large crowds start to bother me? My footsteps fell into a rhythm of their own as I left the room. I trailed down the halls, seeking someone -- anyone -- that could make me forget about my situation. About Virgil. 'Where was Thomas?' I wondered absentmindedly. I hope he found his way out of here, it couldn't be healthy for him to stay inside his mind for long. That would surely drive him to madness.

As I walked, I heard frantic banging sounds coming from the other hall. The one near my, Patton and Logan's room. I got closer, feeling shills encase my body as I heard loud, desperate shouts accompany the bangs. Could it be him? Despite myself, hope raged through my veins like fire, and I braced myself before turning the corner. I was disappointed, however, when the person turned around. Loneliness, Virgil's friend. My heart sank a little, and I scolded myself for my foolish hopes. Did you seriously think Virgil would show up this easily? 

I looked at him closely, surprised when I saw tears escape his eyes. His usually stony, emotionless face was now coated with confusion and rage as he looked at me. 

"Virgil, he's disappeared," the man gasped, and I could see the struggle in his face as he tried not to let his tears fall.

"I know," I responded. What else could I say? The younger side turned swiftly, leaning against the door like he'd given up. 

"He's the only person I have, and no one actually cares enough to search for him," the other responded in a soft, raw voice, and for a moment I saw how vulnerable he really was; how much Virgil actually meant to him. 

"Logan's searching for him as we speak," I added. 

"You think he actually want's Virgil back?" Loneliness looked at me incredulously, "All anyone says is how much they want him gone. You're a fool if you think Logan and his team are going to do anything. If we leave the search up to Logan, Virgil will never be found. He's as good as dead."

I nodded, my mind racing as I thought of what to do. He has a point. My hand slipped into my pocket, where I put Virgil's note. It could have the answers. I pulled it out and gave it to Loneliness, not wanting to read it myself. He looked at me strangely before carefully turning it over. I watched his face, studying even change of expression as he read on. He frowned slightly before passing it back, a wary yet hopeful expression on his forlorn face.

"I think you'll want to see this."