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A Winged Death Trial

Virgil's P.O.V.
I wanna know something. Will the others even care if I jump off a cliff? Luckily, I have swings so I can test this with each of them separately. Logan would be the best candidate for the first person, he would understand the idea of doing an experiment and not from the others, hopefully. I get him to go to the imagination without me, and he finds me at the edge of the cliff. He comes forwards, but stops when I edge closer at his movements, frowning.
"Anxiety, you do not have to do this." He says, looking like he wants to reach out. I take another step backwards, looking him straight in the eye, but slower this time. He looks slightly glad about this, and he tries harder. "Anxiety, may I ask, what will this solve? You'll never know how much better things could be gotten. Your last thing will be regret. Is that really what you want?" I stop, he definitely would care. I let him walk over to me. "Why?" I look down, realizing how bad this will sound.
"I wanna see if any to you would actually care. It's not like I'll actually get hurt if you don't, at least not physically." I mumble. He looks taken aback.
"What do you mean?" He asks. Wordlessly I undo the Velcro slits on my hoodie, though he can't see it, and jump off. He rushed to the edge but is surprised when I ride back to his level, wings flapping. I land and out my feet back firmly on the ground.
"Can you please not tell the others about this? I need their responses to be genuine." He nods slowly.
"Is it safe?" He's asks cautiously. I scoff.
"Please. Like I would do something if I wasn't 100% sure if was safe. I'm a anxiety, not stupidity." I say. He nods apologetically.
We stay, talking for a while about random things. Eventually he heads back to do more research on something and I get Roman to come. Patton obviously would care, based on the way he treats me.
Roman seems shocked when he sees me on the edge, my wings folded and hidden so he can't see them. He springs towards me, but stops halfway there realizing that I'm backing towards the cliff. Anxious thoughts are rushing through my head, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Anxiety? What's wrong? Is there something I need to slay?" I hold back the urge to scoff, like he would slay something for me.
Instead I remain silent, slowly edging backwards. He looks like he wants to jump forwards and save me, but holds back, guilt and fear in his eyes. That makes me slow, why would he be afraid? Would be be afraid of the blame? Or of losing me? He looks immensely relieved when I slow, but he still seems worried. I can tell it's genuine concern, when he surprises me. He starts slowly walking forwards.
"Anxiety, you don't need to do this. Everything will be alright, please just stop." He begs. I slowly stop, looking at him nervously.
He runs forwards, and I flinch backwards but stay still. However just before he reaches me, the edge of the cliff starts crumbling under my weight, and I start falling with it, panicked. He grabs my hand and hauls me up, but he slips as I land, causing him to fall. I immediately jump off after him, diving to catch him. I grab his arm and extend my wings, pausing midair to readjust my grip. Roman seems shocked but I just fly him upwards, landing a safe distance from the cliff silently. I look down at the ground and set Roman down gently, retracting my wings and redoing the Velcro on the back of my hoodie. I wait for Roman to say something, bracing myself for the harsh words. They never come.
I glance upwards and see a teary eyed Roman staring at me in shock and relief, looking like he's holding back from saying something.
"Yes?" I say quietly, scared but curios.
"Why? Why would you do that?!" I flinch backwards, even though I was expecting this it still surprised me at how loud he said it.
"I'm sorry." I mumble, looking back down. I miss the way his eyes soften, regret flashing in his eyes.
"Why would you even consider jumping?" He rephrases, and I think for a moment, silent. This attempt was fake but it's not like I hadn't considered it, it is always on my mind.
"Well everyone hates me anyways, so it wouldn't make much of a difference. I wanted you to be here for my last moments, so you could finally be happy. I wanted to see if you might finally care, I had my wings unstrapped so that if needed I could stop at the last moment, if regret got too much or I started fearing the impact." Guilt overcomes him and he bows his head, tears forming in his eyes.
"I'm sorry if I ever pushed you to even feel like doing this. I don't hate you, not even close, I just get so- frustrated with you, at times. I snap and it's like I no longer have control of what I say, I never meant any of it." He says, his voice shaking and pain echoing through it.
"It's not your fault." I say, pausing to let it sink in, "Have you ever heard of a trust fall?" He looks at me, tears still falling down his cheeks, confusion anew in his eyes.
"Yes, of course." He speaks with a questioning tone, like he wonders why I'm asking but doesn't want to outright say so.
"Well consider this a different type of trust fall. It might make it less painful." I say quietly, looking him in the eyes still. He sniffs, rubbing his nose and nodding.
"Okay."
We were on better terms since then, things were still rocky from all the hate that had been shared and thrown, but we were getting closer. If I ever felt those darker thoughts creeping in, I would just knock on his door and say "I want to try a trust fall." He would bring me right in and we'd talk about what was causing me to feel this way, and I'd leave his room feeling much better than before. Sometimes we tried actual, normal, trust falls, and it helped relieve some of my stress. He would come to me too, and together we were able to find peace.
When I ducked out, he was more than understanding, and his harsh remarks were only out of panic. He apologized profusely afterwards, but I understood. We all make mistakes after all. He helped me out of my dark thoughts, and I finally started to heal after all those years. Eventually, the dark thoughts stopped coming altogether, only making a rare appearance, but we continued to lean on each other for support, and we were happy together.

Let this reign of writing never end! My parents are asleep in the room next to me though, so it might be cut short pretty soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!