The Fallen Royalty

Chapter 2

Betrayal was the only word to really describe it as. A betrayal to his love, to the songs he sang, the passion he could only dream of now.

Those dreams were few and far between, begging to be brought out, to fill the head of their once boisterous creator. He couldn’t find it in him to show happiness like he once did. It pained him to smile, to breathe, even walk. Every move he made, every step he took just felt like an extra weight that carried over him.

No one came to notice for so long, the agony that tore through him. Breathing was a struggle alone, but if he came to lay eyes on his old lover, the world would surely parish. It would parish in the name of regret, in pain, frustration, and heartbreak.

He had royally messed what they’d had up, and it didn’t really hit him until that one day. The day when it was his fault. When he’d come to accept that. That was when he noticed a shift in himself. Eating was little to nonexistent. Nothing could satisfy his hunger quite like the love he used to have, so he chooses to do without.

That’s killing him though, and he just doesn’t seem to understand that. The maids, the king, the servants are having no inkling of this happening. Roman is trying to kill himself without recognition. Without the backlash of letting himself go. Letting himself suffer with the long term consequences.

Losing his best friend to murder was one thing, but losing his lover soon after crushed him. Sure Virgil had been close to Virgil, they were the closest two could be.

Sure he’d lied about Logan. Sure he’d suffered in silence, but it just seemed to work out for him. He got the easy way out if he had any say in it. He was just ticking down the time until Patton finally worked up the gaul to do the same. But he knew Patton would never. He wouldn’t either.

So suffering until their inevitable deaths was the only way to go. So times carried on. Things got easier with the dealing of heartbreak, but the end goal of dying was still in both of their sights. They just didn’t want to live in such a cruel world anymore.
Such a heartbreaking tale truly.

Clocks turn methodically. Time changes without knowledge of what occured in its presence. Horrifying things happen in the light of time, yet it does not stop. Not quit the only thing it was programmed to do.

Murder stops it , heartbreak slows it, loss hinders its continuing, relief makes it fly. No one truly recovered from the loss of the two princes. The horrible murder that had such deep rooted intention, such torn ambitions.

The powers they could have weld, had they only broken the wall that separated them.

Too bad their stubborness for being the right one got in the way. Patton always knew Logan to be quite stubborn, but never this.
Never to go as far as riding his secret love and then himself over a simple affair. One that could, and should have, stopped as soon as it started. Logan hadn’t had the care to know about Patton’s problems.

His love life had no part in Logan’s. You could hardly call them best friends in the later years of their lives.

Sure they had their moments, arguing and such, but when they were calm and silent, neither would admit they enjoyed the others presence.

It was a silent but falling relationship. Friendships were the little of Patton’s worries anymore. Virgil was dead as a victim of malice, and Logan was gone as a victim of suicide.

His best friends dead, his heart broken, what else was there truly left to live for. Nothing, and that’s exactly what he let himself believe.

With that in mind, he did everything poorly. Ate, slept, dressed, talked, even drank with a sluggish tone.

He was killing himself, and he was loving it.