𝑀𝑜𝓍𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 (𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈)

So this is Goodbye - Part two

Hi... I'm lazy. This story has already been published on my Wattpad, (So this is Goodbye) but Part one is where it all started so here's Part two. Check it out if you're interested *Shrugs* 

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"So this is goodbye then?" Virgil's lips pursed, hand still resting against Patton's door, waiting for some kind of response. "You don't have to say anything, I'll understand if you never want to see me again. I won't blame you, Patton." His eyes gleamed with tears ready to fall.

Virgil moved to rest his forehead against the base of the door, forcing himself to brace himself for anything that came from Patton's lips.

Anything.

Even whimpers.

"Yuh-y-you l-lied to muh-m-me..." Patton's voice was nothing but shattered words, barely audible to anyone who wasn't trying to listen in. "Ev-every time!"

"I did..."

"Wh-why?"

Virgil waited a long beat, head still resting easily against the door. "It's what I do... I destroy things, break things..." He could hear shuffling from the other side, anticipating to be greeted by Patton... But he wasn't.

"I b-believed you, V-Virgil... every w-word. Every LIE!"

"I'm always the bad guy..." Virgil let out a sigh filled with nothing but regret. "That's all I'm ever good for, Pat. That's all I'll ever be." 

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Patton pulled his pillow closer to his chest, like a child holding their teddy bear. Sobs racked his body, tears stained his face only to be washed away by more.

"W-was I not good enough? Am I n-not... not pretty enough?" The older trait bit at his lips, salty tears collecting at his chin before dripping onto his hands. Patton had always been self-conscious about himself. About his body. About the way that he looked. He was nothing compared to Roman or Logan. Virgil was way too out of his league, but yet the other had the audacity to play with his heart and crush it into tiny pieces.

Memories of Virgil calling him beautiful and kissing all of his scars, every single one of them before they went to sleep. And Patton would do the same for Virgil. He would do anything and everything for Virgil...

Is Virgil had asked for it, Patton would have given him his last breath of air. His last cookie...
And even his heart... which had already been given and then thrown back in his face.

"I... I thought you l-loved me..."

"I never did..." As those words left Virgil's lips he heard the whimpering and the sobbing grow louder, but they didn't break his heart.

He didn't feel anything.

Mouth quirking up at the corners, eyes gleaming with amusement, as he wiped away crocodile tears.

"I'm sorry, Patton..."

Virgil sank down into nothing but darkness, rising up in a place just as dark. It was as if the light had never existed in this place.

The smirk was still in place, something was amiss. The anxious trait tread deeper into the abyss of gloom, never stopping for anything... until he reached a door.

A door, the only drop of colour in this whole place was this door.
This purple door.
Adorned with a small thunder cloud and glitter.

One of Virgil's eyes gleamed gold, split in the middle by a black vertical pupil... A yellow gloved hand stretched out to push down the handle, breezing open the door.

The room was inky black, decorated with webs from spiders and dust from lack of living in the space within. But if you looked a little further, a little deeper.

A person.

A man sat not far from the window, which looked out into the light at the other end of the Mindscape. Stuck in place by the chains locked around his ankles, shackled up to the wall so he couldn't move far. Their head shooting up to see their intruder, bangs covering his eyes heavily lined with dark, purple bruises....

"Hello, Virgil."