Roman's POV
"Princey, we can't do this anymore," Virgil whispered, not meeting my gaze.
"What do you—what do you mean?" I asked, trying to understand where this was coming from.
"We can't do this—us. We're—we're not good for each other. Can't you see that?" He was crying now.
All I wanted to do was wipe his tears away and hug him, but I couldn't.
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I startled myself awake. Virgil doesn't want to be with me, I thought, thinking of my dream. I sat up slowly, feeling tears stream over my cheeks as I sobbed to myself.
Virgil stirred, and his eyes fluttered open. They drifted over to me.
Virgil's POV
I was still trying to figure out the best way to help Roman; he didn't freak out or get overwhelmed as much as I did. I took his hand. "Roman, what's wrong? Come on, everything's okay. It's just you and me." I wiped away his tears and kissed his cheek. "I love you. You know that, don't you?"
He eventually stopped crying. We cuddled on his bed, and I kept telling him that I loved him because it seemed to help. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I just—"
I threw my leg over his lap, straddling his waist, and kissed him. Still holding his face, I said, "You have nothing to be sorry for. You don't blame me for my panic attacks, so it wouldn't exactly be fair if I blamed you for this, now would it?"
He leaned forward, resting his head on my shoulder. "Thank you."
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Together (Book 1)
Hayran KurguWhen Virgil lifted his head from his hands, he locked eyes with Princey. He looked shocked and afraid and a million other emotions that swirled together in a jumble of curiosity and confusion. Virgil calmed the panic in his brain quickly enough to s...
