~Y/N's POV~
I lay awake in my bed, thinking. Why? I don't know why. I just can't stop thinking of him.
Him.
Roman.
"You act differently around him." Virgil's voice rings in my ears.
There is a deep feeling in my chest as if someone is pushing on it. My mind feels as if my thoughts are racing in my head.
There is a knock on my door, "Y/N?".
It's Virgil.
I pull my feet out of my black fuzzy blanket, which was a gift from Virgil, and step my bare feet onto the hardwood floor. I take a step and start wondering what in the world Virgil would want this late at night. I glance at the digital clock in my room. 10:43 p.m. it reads. Nevermind. it's not that late.
I finally reach the door, reaching for the handle I freeze.
There is another knock.
"Y/N, you there?"
"Yeah..." Is all I say.
.
.
.
"Y/N, why aren't you answering?"
.
.
.
"Y/N!"
I snap out of it.
"Sorry!" I open the door, I don't know why that had happened.
"Can we talk?" He asks, "It won't take long."
"Yea-Yeah!" I say "come in!"
He walks in quickly and closes the door "Tell me what's wrong."
"Noth-"
"Don't give me that bullshit Y/N!" His voice is shaky. "I need to know you're okay."
"I-i'm sorry," I studder. " I don't kno-"
"Y/N. please." He cares.
"I think I'm in love."
"Y/N..." The intensity dies down and he walks over to me and engulfs me into a hug, waiting for me to continue. I can feel his heartbeat. It's synced with mine.
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bum-bum
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"Virgil..." I pause. "I think I love Roman."
Virgil lets go.
his face dropped.
His eyes burn into mine.
and his heart, looked as if it shattered.
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Flowers || Virgil x Reader
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