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❦☽ FANART TIME ☾❦

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potaters-noaters ^^

❦☽ FANART TIME ☾❦

Holy hell I had to do so much research for this chapter

TRIGGER WARNINGS : attempted suicide, talks about sexual assault, hospital setting

Roman POV
Panic jolted through me instantly. I ran out onto the bridge towards Virgil as fast I could.

"Virgil no!" I screamed, holding him hand to him.

But the bridge was too long. I was too far from him. He either didn't me or chose to ignore me. I ran as fast as I could.

I ran faster.  Please let me reach him before he falls.  I heard the myself yelling to Virgil, trying to call to him.  Trying to convince him to get down.

I kept running down the side of the bridge.  It was such a big bridge, I feared I wouldn't make it to him on time. 

I watched as he shakily pulled his legs up to him.  Yes please be reconsidering... just get down. I begged and pleaded with him in my mind.

Instead, Virgil got up on shaky legs.  He stood, teetering on the edge.  He held his arms out for balance, but there was nothing for him to grab onto. 

"NO NO NO!"  I screamed at him.  "VIRGIL DON'T JUMP!" 

Virgil started leaning forwards over the edge.  Fear jolted through me.  I pushed myself farther.

"VIRGIL!" I screamed as he fell forwards.  A painful jolt of panic shot through my chest.

I reached him.  I leaned over the edge trying to grab him as he plummeted down towards the ice and water.

My hand just barely grazed his. I watched in horror as Virgil went plummeting down towards the ice and raging waters below.

"NO!" I screamed as tears streamed down my face.

There was no scream.  He made no sound as he fell.  There was a splash and Virgil's body disappeared into the water.

I let out a scream. A gut wrenching scream of ours mental anguish. I fell to my knees as I looked desperately in the water for Virgil.

But he never returned to the surface.

I fumbled for my phone, pulling from my pocket. I dialed 911, holding my shaking hand to my ear.

"You've reaches 911, please state your emergency," The operator said.

"My boyfriend slipped and he fell over the bridge. We're at Opal Gorge at the bridge. He fell into the river. I can't see him, he hadn't come back up," I rambled, only now realizing how much I was sobbing.

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