glass •{ roman / virgil }•

×{ch 15 }×

Roman sat at his desk, writing in his diary; a dark feeling spilling over him as he remembered all that's happened recently.

The way Remus makes Virgil laugh.
How Remus makes Virgil smile.
How Remus continues to interrupt roman in a conversation and how Virgil thinks it's harmlessly humorous.

The nerve.

/Roman's pov/

This is unjust. For what feels like all of eternity I'll have to sit back and endure all that Remus has in store. He knows what he's doing. It's happened before.

And he'll just keep taking all I have until he's satisfied.
What if he spills on Virgil? Tell's my rain cloud  all of my secrets and embarrassing habits? He'll make me look bad...
What if Virgil doesn't see anything there for me anymore?

I know there's something now. I know we have something. And we both are too afraid to call it Love.
I can feel it. I know he feels it as much as me. Probably more than.

~There's something there that wasn't there before~

......

What if he looses interest?
Thanks to Remus?

Snap.

I look over to find my pencil in my hand, slices of splintered wood covering my hand.
Strong a grip as ever.

Oh .. my pencil.

Remus surely has the power to bring out the worst in people.

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