Random Little Stories

My Ghost Prince

Hey everyone! Surprise! I have a story for you today! It's been awhile, sorry. I finally have a good story. (Well, better than my usual, I think)
TW (When you see TW on my stories that means there's trigger warnings. I don't want to spoil what they are, but if you want to know, I will type the warnings in the comments)

Also this is angst so, ChickitaGurl I summon you!

Virgil's POV
I'm not normal, for a few reasons. One, I'm gay. Two, I'm a depressed piece of shit. And three...

I can see ghosts.

Now, I know what your thinking, "how can you see ghosts? Ghosts don't even exist." Well, hate to break it to you, but they are real. However, I've only ever properly talked to one.

Roman

He was murdered during a theater shooting by a killer who went by the name Deciet. However, Roman's spirit somehow got stuck in my house. I wonder where he is right now.

"Greetings, Panic at the Everywhere!"

Oh. There he is.

"Hey Princey." I responded.

"How was school?"

"Fine. Some kid called me an emo fag, but that's nothing new."

"How dare he!" Roman yelled.

"First off, it was a girl. Secondly, she's right."

"No she is not! She is utterly wrong! I will slay her at once!"

"Roman you can't leave my house."

Then my dad was knocking on my door. "Kiddo?" he said.

"Yeah?" I responded.

"Are you talking to yourself?"

"Um... No?"

"Kiddo. Your father and I are worried about you." he said, opening my door and walking to sit down on my bed with me.

"Dad. I'm fine. Stop worrying."

*Time Skip*

I'm not fine.

How did this happen? Why is he so perfect? He's dead! I can't like him. He's ghost! Yet, somehow, I love him. He is the light of my life, even if light passes through him. He has perfect hair and perfect eyes. His only outfit is that stupid prince outfit because that's what he died in. But he wears it so well. Ugh! No! He's a ghost. It will never happen. I don't know why, but I feel like I should tell him my feelings. Eventually...

"Hello, Hot Topic!" He says, passing through the door.

"Hi Roman," I say sadly.

"What's wrong, Virgil?"

"I've just got something on my mind."

"Well, what is it?"

"You."

Wait. WHAT. That came out of nowhere. Welp, no backing down now.