conversations // prinxiety ✔

♥ 18 - let me in ♥

For the next two days, I didn't leave my room. I didn't see a point. The voices haunted me day and night and I didn't want to be a burden on anyone, especially Roman.

So I let the voices take over my head. There wasn't much I could do to stop them, anyway.

Weak.

Stupid.

I kept hearing knocking on my door. I knew it was Roman, but I didn't let him in.

"Virgil?" he said softly. "Can you please let me in? I'm sorry."

He's lying.

"You're lying."

"I'm not. I promise."

"Prove it."

"I will. The proof is downstairs."

"I don't want to move."

"Then let me in. I'll carry you down."

I groaned but gave in. I unlocked the door and he rushed in, scooped me up, making me squeal, and carried me downstairs.

When we got down, he set me in a chair and I looked around at the living room.

"What's the proof?" I asked.

The normal lights turned to purple and purple candles suddenly appeared on the table. Surrounding the candles were cupcakes, macarons, pasta, crepes, and so many other things because the small table was turned into one that looked like the table Belle and the beast ate together.

Roman was panting, but he snapped his fingers once more and La La Land piano instrumental played from an unknown source.

"Roman, you look so tired. Doing this uses up a lot of your energy. Are you sure you made the right choice?"

"Of course!" he said, after gulping down a glass of water. His knees looked weak and he was shaking a bit. "Anything for you. I've made more extravagant things."

"But you made things in your comfort zone. Doesn't this hurt you?"

"Like I said, I'd do anything for you."

I sighed at his fucking stupidity. "God, you're amazing. But sit down."

God damnit, Roman. Right when I want to hate you again, you go act all cute and shit.

"Virgil, I really, really am sorry. But I understand if you don't forgive me this time. I've done too much to you and you don't deserve it. I've apologized a lot and then messed everything up again and I just feel like such an idiot. I'm sorry. I really am sorry," Roman rambled. "I'm such a moron! I should've known how you were feeling! And you were right, my life is much easier than yours and you are so much stronger than I am and I am so proud of you. I deserve every negative thing you've said to and about me. I deserve it. I'm s-"

I cut him off with a gentle kiss. "Stop apologizing, half-wit. If w just talked, we could probably sort this out?"

"Yeah- talking. Yeah."

"What's wrong? You seem uneasy."

"I just- I just feel really bad. I apologi-"

I grabbed his face and kissed him again. "I said stop apologizing! I forgive you. We all do stupid things and I know you didn't mean to. I'm not a total angel either. But we can work it out?"

"Yes, of course!"

"We can?"

"Yes!"

He only wants to hurt you.