You're Not Broken, You're Human

Chapter 42

Author's Note- This chapter may or may not give you anxiety... probably not though.
Virgil's POV
I headed back to Logan, slipping my hand into his as we left, it didn't feel like an escape anymore. He didn't ask what had just happened and I didn't tell him, the silence was an understood conversation in itself.
Done a hallway and through a door, and we were home.
Home.
I'd been searching for the meaning of that word for... a long time, but it wasn't exactly just the place. Home was Logan, late nights awake but not from stress, Patton's cooking, Roman's plays. This was home.
I was home.
I looked up at Logan, who seemed to have finally relaxed, he was home to.
Everything seemed so perfect and beautiful...
Something bad is going to happen.
Shut up brain.
Nothing can stay like this forever. To perfect.
It's fine. Everything's fine.
Something's coming.
You don't know that!
What if Deceit comes back?
He can't even go here! He's not a light side!
Neither are you and Logan.
...Didn't Roman make up that name?
Oh.
Oh my god.
There's no such thing as a dark side!
So there's nothing stopping them from coming here?
And then it clicked, Logan could summon that because he wanted to help me and by extent Thomas. Deceit can't come up here because he doesn't want to help Thomas. I can go here because I want to help Thomas.
Remus...
No. Stop.
He's probably forced down there because of Thomas's view on creative. And you're doing nothing about it.
He might like it down there!
Might?
He always seemed to before...
I felt a squeeze in my hand, I looked up at Logan.
"I know you're overthinking this. I am too," He admitted. "But hey, maybe we deserve our happy ending."
Now that didn't exactly stop those thoughts but... it helped. It let me know I wasn't alone in my thoughts, my worries. Besides, after all the shit we've been through, we did deserve a happy ending.
Logan's POV-
We sat there in the dark like we had so many nights before.  I felt Virgil's head start to droop on my shoulder, his slowed breathing a sure sign that he was asleep. I thought back to them, letting my mind wander as we sat there, hand in hand.
Rebel red carnations.
Victorious.
Gravity Falls.
I sat there, thinking back to every moment and not regretting a second of it.
Here we are now, happy.
Not broken.
Maybe human?
But happy.
The End