Sunsets in Paradise (Sanders Side's Simulation AU)

Sorry, I'm overdramatic.

Virgil's fingers tightened around his dress jacket. "Dee, I don't really want to dance," he repeated, shaking lightly as the man stared back at him with unmoving eyes. "I'm gonna go."

"No," Dee's voice was harsh. "You're going to stay for a little longer. Because I'm calling us quits. You keep doing this, you keep leaving when I just want to have fun."

Virgil pulls away from him, his wrists stinging with bruises that Virgil couldn't remember watching form. "Your idea of fun," he started. "Hurts me."

"Then go and find someone that doesn't 'hurt you' with fun," Deceit snaps. "Because I'm pretty sure that's not the reason. It's just because you want little princey to do all this for you."

Virgil closes his eyes tightly, the words echoing in his brain and around the hall. Almost empty, unnatural, making him shake- this hallway wasn't the same.

"Yeah," Virgil sighs. "But you're also hurting me by making me do things that I don't want to-"

"I'm hurting you!?" Deceit says, raising his arms. "Virgil, you're the one that keeps doing this, you're the one that compares me to Roman any chance you get, nothing I do is ever good enough for you because you love him more!"

"Dee, that's not-" Virgil swallows. "I don't compare you."

"Oh really!?" Deceit flares up, raising his arms, which barely miss Virgil's face. "Really!? Because I can't do anything right, but the moment I let you go with your friends, with Roman, everything is okay!"

Virgil takes a step back. "I didn't..."

"I don't care!" Deceit screams, and Virgil was certain that if the blaring music had softened for even a moment the whole school would've come out. And the sting on his cheek, full and familiar, makes him understand De had hit him. He shook, looking down at hands that felt like they weren't even his. "If you want him, go fu-"

Virgil cut him off. "I don't!" He says, tears streaming down his face. "I don't want Roman, I want you, De, I've always-"

"Oh," Deceit smirks. "Oh great, you're playing that card. The 'I want you, not him' card. Well it's too late, Virgil. We're done. Go get your man."

Virgil reaches out for De, but he slams the door behind him and Virgil is empty. The words he says,
Before the door closes, just as Virgil can see his eyes linger on him for a moment, clings to his heart and soul like no other words: "you're just so overdramatic.". The tears won't stop, and he can't breathe, and his legs feel like they're about to collapse beneath him.

Deceit was right. His mind is searching for one phrase, one that stuck with him way more than it should've. What was it- "Overdramatic."

It wasn't even in the argument, but his mind is making it circle around him like no other. It's not even supposed to bother him, but it feels like the word is tattooed all over his body.

Deceit face, streaming with tears, stains itself in Virgil's mind as he hiccups, pulling his phone out and walking away. He can't go back in there, he wants to, but he can't. He won't let himself.

He flips through the phone, searching for someone to call. His finger hovers above Roman, hesitating, But he wont let Deceit be correct. He won't let him win, so he scrolls a little further down to find Patton.

And then, sobbing and hiccuping and waiting for Patton's voice to ground him a little, he sinks against the outer wall of the school, wishing this night had never happened. Wishing this night was never even a thing.

His stomach churned and he felt like he might throw up. Why did they always do this? Deceit would blame him for something like this, saying that Virgil spent more time with his friends than he did with him, and every time Virgil would cry until he couldn't feel anything, and crawl back to Deceit like there was no tomorrow.