The Impossible Death

CHAPTER 8 - OLD FRIENDS (part II)

He was ready. He was finally ready to tell Deceit his name. To no longer be known as just Anxiety. To instead be known as his true name.

Virgil.

He smiled to himself as he waited for Deceit to make his daily visit to his room.

Well, what used to be a daily visit was now a weekly visit if Virgil was lucky, but he was fine with that.

He was fine with the fact that Deceit almost never seemed like he wanted to be with him. Fine with the fact that he never listened to him anymore and was always dozed out. Fine with the fact that he probably didn't want to hang out with him anymore.

He snapped out of his downward spiral when Deceit suddenly appeared in his room and onto the bean bag he has claimed as his own ever since they were children.

Virgil smiled at him and tried to ignore the zoned out look on Deceit's face.

"Wow, you look like shit." he said, lying across his bed on his stomach and propping his head up with his hands.

Deceit looked up at him with tired eyes and gave him a small smile.

"You don't think? And here I didn't think I looked amazing." Deceit replied, leaning back into the bean bag more.

If Virgil hadn't been so nervous about telling him his name, he might have noticed the bags under Deceit's eyes that made him look almost dead. He might have noticed the way Deceit's voice carried no emotion or feeling. That his eyes were dull and held no light or joy in them. That his movements were more like that of an animated corpse than a person.

But Virgil was anxious and what he did pick up on, he didn't like.

The way he was speaking and his body language said it all to him.

Deceit didn't want to be there, and that was all Virgil could tell.

He felt the beginnings of anger begin to course through him.

Why did he keep pretending he wanted to still be friends with Virgil when he obviously didn't want to hang out with him? When he hadn't let him into his room for years? When he didn't tell him anything anymore?

He pushed his feelings down for the time being, though.

Deceit had been his one and only friend since childhood. The one and only side he actually knew and talked to.

Sure, he knew the others, but they didn't like him.

Well, maybe Morality, but he liked everyone.

Virgil didn't want to come right out and tell Deceit though, so they talked about normal stuff that they always talked about first.

At least, Virgil talked. Deceit just sat there, laughing and saying something occasionally.

And during it all, Virgil found himself being more and more fed up with it all.

Why couldn't he just tell Virgil that he didn't want to hang out with him?

Finally, Virgil found himself randomly blurting out, "My name is Virgil, Deceit! You're my only friend and I thought you should know!"

He shut his eyes quickly, not wanting to see Deceit's reaction.

He could hear his blood rushing through his ears as he waited for a response... but Deceit never said anything.

Slowly opening his eyes to look at Deceit, he felt the dam holding back his anger break when he saw Deceit just staring absentmindedly at the floor.

His pulse still rushing in his ears, now out of sheer vexation, he adjusted himself into a sitting position. Bringing back his hand, he brought it down full force and made contact to Deceit's cheek with a satisfying smack.

He wasn't sure when he had started crying, but he vaguely felt a tear making its way down his cheek.

"Really Deceit? I just opened up to you with something important to me and you're not even listening?" Virgil yelled.

His anger reached the boiling point when he saw Deceit still giving him a blank look, this time holding a hand delicately to his cheek.

He was officially done with this.

Standing up, he reached down and grabbed Deceit's arm and forced him into a standing position. Dragging him across his room to the door, he threw it open and pushed Deceit out into the hallway.

"Just get out, I don't even know who you are anymore!" Virgil shouted, letting go of Deceit's arm and slamming his door shut.

The tears streaming down his face wouldn't stop as he felt his anger quickly melt away into an overwhelming sadness.

He'd done it now. He just pushed away the only person who was ever willing to hang out with him, whether he wanted to or not.

Now, he didn't have a single friend.

Stumbling over to his bed, he collapsed down on it and curled himself up around his pillow where he cried for hours.

The sadness was soon enough replaced by his anger again and turned into a grudge that Virgil would hold for twelve years.