"Confrontation" -A Prinxiety Fanfic

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Word count: 719

Virgil pov.

I rinse my dishes and leave them in the side of the sink, before heading down the hall. But what I see stops me cold in my tracks.

Patton's small, shy hug, and the hair, and all of those drawings he told me he made. They were for roman all along.

Suddenly my blood boils with an odd type of petty disgust, fueled by a red hot coil in the pit of my stomach, and my chest tightened as I began to unfreeze, taking quick strides towards my room.

Roman exits as I do, it I march past, feeling paper under my feet. And I was glad for that feeling, in an uneasy way, that made me feel sick, I didn't want to feel this.

I close my door firmly, taking a deep breath. Knocking ensued, and then my unwanted visitor tried for the knob. I felt it move beneath my hands. I force it back, pushing the large breath from between my teeth.

"Don't." I warn sternly. I lock the door and sit on the ground. Patton tries a little while later.

I can't bear to respond. Because if I did, I might say something I would regret. I couldn't bring myself to do that, no matter how mad I had been, because the anger always boils down in the end, leaving a deep, chard, wasteland of an odd, empty sadness. And without the anger to fuel me, I sat silently with an ear against my door. It was quiet for a while after Patton left.

Then came logan.

"Virgil?" He asked, knocking twice, in a precise manner. I don't answer.

"Ok, I understand. But I know you're there. I have some information that may clear... what I presume this is about, up. If you wish to hear me out. Or I can leave if that is what you would prefer." I think it over, still silent. But I hear him start to walk away.

I reach up and click the knob from its position, pulling it into me, just wide enough for someone to slip through.
Logan does this wordlessly.

"Do you wish to tell me why you're so upset?" He asks. I dont, but the words spill from my mouth.

"I thought I could trust him. I vented to him and told him how I felt, and he reassured me that everything was fine, that surely I had a chance with Roman, only to find out he had been lying to my face, with his stupid hugs and drawings and I can never trust anyone again!" I start, faster and faster off untill I'm not controlling what I say anymore. He laughs.

He laughs. At me.

"If you're here to mock me too then you might as well leave. Deciet was right, I'm unlovable, none of you really care." I spit, getting up from the floor angrily. His hand catches my wrist.

"That's not it. I wasn't mocking you. I just found it funny how absurd your accusation was." He explains. I rip my hand away.

"Accusation!" I all but shout. "I saw it with my own eyes! Are you calling me delusional? I thought of all people I could trust the one who lives by facts and visual evidence." I scoff, starting to feel sick.

"Sometines things aren't as they seem." He tries to convince me.

"So what about the hug?" I demand.

"It was a gesture meant to instill courage for an upcoming... hardship" he opposes.

"The drawings he gifted to him."

"Those were actually a lot of notes and planning papers that were already previously belonging to Roman. Patton was simply trying to help cover his tracks, and it was something neither of us were supposed to know about yet."

"But."

"I know all of this seems bad, but talk to Roman, I'm sure he'd gladly clear this up with you. You may even like the outcome of a simple verbal discussion." He tells me.

"How am I supposed to know for sure. That this isnt exactly what I think it is." I ask.

"Well, for starters, Patton is with me."

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(Its kinda short and junk, but I'm trying to catch up sum updates, sorry for the forever hiatus. Not promising it's over, but at least theres this)