Part 1:
Logan: How come?Virgil: It's Patton...
Logan: What about Patton?
Virgil: I can't lose him too. Logan sorry but...I love Patton
Now:
Logan: W-what?
Virgil: I love him Logan... I loved him first
Logan: But, Virgil...
Virgil: I can't let you take him away from me. I know things that you don't, things that can break the both of us
Logan: Please tell me
Virgil breathes heavily and fidddles with his fingers before saying a sentence that made tears come out of both male's eyes;
Virgil: Patton's in love with Roman
-ts-
Roman: No Patton, you should use red frosting for the Rudolf's nose! Yellow will make it look weird
Patton: Oh ye- Hello there Kiddos!
Logan and Virgil smiles back to Patton, who is oblivious to the fact that both have hearts which are slowly being tore apart
Roman: Greetings!
Virgil: What are those for?
He points to the batches of Santa and Rudolf cupcakes
Patton: Oh this? I just wanted to bake some stuff Christmas related. It's been a while
Then Logan notices something on Patton and Roman's body. Not sure of what to do, he whispers it to Virgil. Who widens his eyes and pull Logan out of the Kitchen and into the common room
Virgil: You're saying that you saw hickies on their necks?
Logan quickly nods
Virgil: What the fuck?
Logan: It can't be possible that they've done it right?
Virgil: Well, I can't say "Yes" whole-heartedly
Logan suddenly felt his body weakening and felt water inside his eyes
Logan: Am I c-crying?
He puts a hand over his mouth as his monotone voice suddenly became...broken?
Virgil: Logan? Are you-
Logan: No Virgil! No I'm not!
Virgil: Calm down
Logan: I c-can't
Logan says as he broke down and fell down to his knees
Logan: I don't know w-what's happening to me. What's g-going on Virgil?
He turns to Virgil with teary eyes
Virgil: I...I don't know
Logan: What is this f-feeling?
Virgil: What are you feeling right now actually?
Logan: It's s-something that...I just...
Virgil: Is it the feeling where you just want to kill yourself? The feeling where you think you got stabbed by a knife, shot by a gun? The feeling when you know only tears will come? The feeling where you can't have something you want? The feeling where you're so desperate to have it but you just can't? The feeling where, you just, feel pain?
Logan was speechless, Virgil had described the things he was feeling perfectly
Logan: Y-yes
Virgil: Because I've dealt with those feeling for as long as god knows what
He sighs heavily
Virgil: And that's why seeing Patton with someone else is just one thing from hurting me. I've seen things Logan, seen things that are much worse than what you saw earlier
Logan: Oh?
Virgil: So Logan, I'm warning you to move on. Not because I want Patton all to myself, which is already impossible. But because I don't what you to be in the state where I am right now. I'm already immune to pain, I get hurt a lot mentally. I don't want you to feel it too
The dark persona closed his eyes and let the threatening tears fall, smudging his eyeshadow while trailing down his face. He lowers his head, making his fringe cover his eyes
Logan: I'm s-sorry
Virgil clenches his fists until the knuckles turned white
Virgil: Just, move on while you still can. The pain is already unbearable
With that, Virgil ran to his room. Not bothering to wipe away his tears. Logan covers his hands with his face and whispers
"I'm sorry but I can't"
-ts-
Roman and Patton hid behind the couch, wearing a shocked expression. The Dad character was covering his mouth with a hand, covering his muffled sobs but Roman sat there, knowing that he really fucked up
Patton: What have I done?
Roman: Patton, it's fine. I'm sure they'll get through this
Patton: No Roman, this is bad. This is all my fault!
Patton broke down, covering his face whilst wetting the paws of his sweater whie doing so
Roman: But Patton, what happened last night... was a mistake
Patton: A huge mistake Roman! A huge mistake!
Patton continued to sob down with Roman trying to comfort him, not knowing what was happening around them
-ts-
(A/N: I'm gonna use proper writing shit now because my writng style is kind of... off for me atm)
"...I'm stupid for loving you" Virgil mumbles to himself while getting rid of his hoodie, pulling out his razor blade before doing so. He positions the sharp object to his left forearm, deepening it to his skin. He smiles with satisfication when the red familliar liquid oozes out a bit. He pushes it down and closes his eyes at the slight sting
"This is nothing compared to my mental pain"
He proceeds to move on from another postition, repeating to make another scar
"Make more. This'll make me forget about it even for a bit"
He repeats it, doing it alternately to his left and right arm. He continues to do it, not caring for the tears falling down his eyes, not caring how much blood already oozing out of him. He stops and lets go of the blade, admiring the red slashes to his arm. They were beautiful to his eyes, with its iridescent color displayed to his eyes. It looked like thin slices of cherry to his pale white skin, making it look like an artwork. He smiles sadly and puts a plai black hoodie on without wiping away the blood. He winces as the fabric made contact to the raw scars on his arm, but made himself straighten up and forget about it
He sighs and plops down his bed, smiling before closing his eyes. Ready for slumber to take him...
Knowing how much blood he'll lose in a few minutes
To be continued...
GAAHH! My fingers hurts! It's already 1K words! I think that is enough but, calling my bff
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