Virgil, once a Dark Side is now a Light Side.
But the past often doesn't leave good enough alone.
When the other sides only make Virgil feel worse, who's to stop him from just ending it all.
Of course, Thomas taking pills to keep Virgil at bay d...
Does it make me a selfish bitch if I ask you guys to send my story to Thomas
Please make my dream come true
I'm sorry I'm being pushy about this
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TRIGGER WARNINGS : talks about some inappropriate stuff
Emile POV "Take care of yourself!" Patton yelled at me while throwing a cookie at my face. "Or I'll sick Remy on you!"
"Okay," I laughed gently, brushing cookie crumbs from my hair. I let out a sigh but stood up. I gathered my notebook and headed towards the stairs.
Logan continued to work on Wylan. Roman and Virgil didn't say anything to me when I passed by.
I headed up the stairs slowly, only tripping over my own feet a few times. I don't know why I'm so tired.
I've been getting enough sleep and I haven't been overworking myself. I'm just really tired for some reason.
The door to my room with Remy didn't come fast enough. I don't like being at the end of the hallway.
Remus passed me on the way by, headed downstairs. He face was flushed a bright red and he was holding a tissue to a bloody nose.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, making him pause.
"Evan's too fucking cute I can't process it," Remus grumbled. "How the hell do I make tea?"
"Boil water, pour it into a mug, and then put the tea bag in it," I told him with a laugh. But the laugh was quickly overrided by a yawn.
"That makes no sense," He whined, brushing the blood from his nose away.
"Just ask Patton to help you," I suggested.
"Whatever," Remus sighed, heading towards the stairs again.
I pushed over the door to the bedroom. The curtains were shut, blocking out all the sunlight.
There was a snoring lump on the bed that could only be Remy. I walked over to the bed after shutting the door.
I pulled off his sweater and tie, discarding them on the floor. Remy's jacket and jeans laid at the edge of the bed. I unbuttoned my shirt, replacing it with an avatar shirt.
I kicked my pants off before pulling the bed covers back. Usually Remy sleeps like he's in a coma but he work up pretty much right away.
"Is it bedtime?" He mumbled, still half asleep.
"No, I'm just really tired," I mumbled, ending in a yawn.
"You better not be working too much," Remy said, instantly awake.
