Torn (Second Series) {Completed}

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(Please forgive me for the remainder of this book)

Roman is laying on his back, 4 pieces of paper lying on his chest. Along with an empty bottle of pills and his eyes peacefully closed.

"No." This has to be a joke. "Nononononono. Roman?"

I walk up to him slowly.

"Roman, this isn't funny... Roman? Ro? Baby?" I reach him and stretch my arm out to shake him. Maybe he's just asleep? "Please wake up."

Tears sting my eyes as I turn around to meet Logan.

"I'm so sorry, Virgil." He looks to the ground.

"What? No. This has to be a joke. I'm sure it is. We already talked about his depression. He- he wouldn't do this."

I didn't get to say goodbye.

Patton enters the room and immediately covers up his mouth when he sees Roman. Silent tears slowly trickle down his cheeks.

"I already checked for a pulse..." Logan trails off.

"No! This is just a dream! This couldn't've actually happened! It's not true!" I crash to the ground, pulling at my hair in stress and finally starting to cry.

"It's not.." Logan takes a deep, shaky breath. "It's not a dream. I wish it was..."

I slowly stand back up, wiping my tears away and turning back around to Roman.

I avoid looking at his face, and pick up the folded pieces of paper.

One is labeled 'Logan' another one, 'Patton' second to last, 'Thomas' and finally, 'Virgil'.

"Logan, Patton." I turn around. "Here."

I hold out their notes, grief in my eyes.

Patton slowly walks over and gently takes it. While Logan hesitantly grabs it and opens it.

Patton stares at it for a minute or two untill finally opening it.

"I-... I'm gonna go to my room.." He turns around and leaves.

"Yeah.. same." I take one more glance at Roman before leaving and whispering, "I love you." under my breath.

I walk back over to my room sorrowfully.

Oh, I still have Thomas's note...

I sink down to Thomas's room and see him laying on his bed staring at his ceiling thinking very hard.

"Thomas." I say softly.

He jumps up into a sitting position. "What?"

I stay quiet for a few seconds.

"Do you know why I have litteraly no creativity?" He asks.

Tears appear in my eyes again as I answer his question.

"Roman.. um... He... He committed suicide..." Thomas's eyes go wide at my words.

"Oh my god."

I walk over to him before he can say anything else and hand him his note.

I finally sink down into my room and sit back down on my bed.

I hold my note and stare down at it.

I could've been staring at it for hours if it wasn't for the tears that hit it.

I shook my head and wiped my tears away.

Slowly unfolding the note, I stared at the first two words.

Dear Virgil,

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I'm listening to It's Quiet Uptown. I'm gonna scream.