Sanders Sides Hope

Chapter 5

The next morning, after a long and fairly sleepless night. I was dragged out of bed by Thomas summoning me and everyone else to his living room. Patton, Logan and Roman looked like they had been awake for a while. I probably looked like the living dead. Morgan was nowhere to be found.

“Thomas, why do you need us so early?” Roman asked, rubbing his eyes. “A royal does need his beauty rest.” he stretched his arms.

“Well, there’s something that couldn’t wait until later.” Thomas said. He obviously hadn’t slept well. Dark circles, shaggier than usual hair, Thomas looked like he hadn't slept since last week.

I wasn't one to judge, since I looked like the living dead.

“Alright, Thomas, what did you want to talk to us about?” Logan asked, concern hinting in his voice.

“It's… Depression”

Everyone gasped.

“What!?" Princey yelled.

“That… that's not possible" Logan said

“Oh!" Was all Pat could choke out.

“Thomas, how can you be so sure?” Logan asked.

“Because I felt it again.”
It. It was darkness. It was all hope being gone. It was well… me.

“Listen, I’m in no means saying that we need to march down there and so something.”  Thomas said, looking at each of us.

“Then what are you saying we do Thomas?” Logan asked.  Thomas sighed.

“First things first, I want someone trying to find out more about Morgan. It’s no coincidence that she showed up right now. Second, we need to be doing a checks on Deceit.” Roman nodded and looked at Patton. Patton was on the edge of tears. I could tell it as a lot for the fatherly trait.  

“Third, Logan, can you do some research on ways we can prevent and stop him. And last of all, I want to find Hope.”

“Thomas… Hope hasn’t been here seen since you were ten. We don’t even know where they went. “

Hope was a trait that appeared just as suddenly as it left. It was only here for a few days when one of Thomas’s grandparents passed away. Hope only appeared for Thomas and left two days after the funeral. Hope’s gender was actually never fully revealed to anyone, including Thomas.

“I know that. But if we could even figure out the slightest hint of where Hope went, maybe they can help us.” Thomas said.

“I want to help you with this Thomas I really truly do but none of us knows what Hope even looks like.” Patton sighed. “I don’t want you to get your hopes up too high Thomas.”

Thomas looked at each of us. “But what good would it do to not even try.” He stood from his sitting position on the bed and went to the door.

“Hope isn’t far. I can feel it.” and with that, he shut the door.

~*~

A few days later, I was in my room, listening  to my music. Everyone else was doing what Thomas had asked them to do. Logan and Princey had been in the library for hours on end. Patton was off in the deep mind looking for Hope. Morgan was in her room.

I felt drawn to Morgan. Why didn’t she go to the meeting? I wanted to ask her. And be around her.

I hadn’t ever felt this way about someone else. What was left of my heart was going crazy about her. I wanted to always be near her, to hug her and just… help her.

I knew something was happening with her too. When ever we where near it felt like there was just some sort of connection. We always sat close to each other and always talked to each other.

But we only talked about things we liked. Never, did she ever open up or talk about something personal. I tried to but she always changed the subject.
I wanted her. She was beautiful, kind and intelligent.

I was just sitting, waiting for my life to start, thinking about her when I heard it again.

Morgan's melodic voice drifted through my wall, the music overpowering my own. I quickly through off my headphones and bolted up. My feet carried me to her door.

If I could tell her…

The tune flourished in my ears. It was beautiful. She sat on her bed, the opposite side of me, facing her window. Her hair was down, jacket off and honey toned arms leaning back on the bed. She was silently listening to the Dear Evan Hansen song.

She looked beautiful.

And that made the overpowering urge for me to start singing...win.

“If I could tell her….”

She jolted around

" Virgil...what are you doing?"

I didn't answer her and kept on singing. She smiled and started to sing along with me.

If I could tell you…

Tell you everything I see

But we're a million worlds apart.

As the song continued, we grew closer and closer. Then this.

And how do you say

I love you?

I love you…

I love you!

As we sang that together, our heads moved together, our body's molded to fit together. Our lips met. Hers soft, fragile. Her whole being felt small and delicate. I didn’t want to break her.

Then my head started to yell at me.

What are you doing ?

You monster!

STOP!

I pulled away. Her beautiful mocha eyes met my own.

“I...is...that what you wanted me to do?” I asked. She paused, examining my face.

“Just… kiss me again.” she said. And I did.

That was the start of something new and beautiful. And the starting line to a whole new disaster.