Sanders Sides One-Shots (That I Write Past Midnight)

The Note

*Roman's POV*

Dear whoever reads this,

If you are reading this, it means that I left. It was only a matter of time really. I'm not from here, I knew you'd get sick of me eventually. So instead of waiting for you to kick me out, I left on my own. Saves a lot of time don't you think? I don't really have anything else to say other then, thank you for all you have done and for putting up with me as long as you have.

Goodbye,

Virgil

I stare at the note in my hand in pure shock. Reading over and over till it's basicly memorized. In my other hand was a purple backpack filled with clothes and a few basic essentials.

I originally came up here because I was on a hunt for my hoodie. Virgil likes to steal them, though according to him "It was the first thing I saw so I picked it up and now I'm wearing it."

I didn't expect to find... this.

It's been 3 years now since Virgil has been fully accepted, 2 years since we got together.

I have to talk to him.

I told the note back into it's envelope and head downstairs with it and the bag. I find Virgil laying on the couch on his phone while some random sit-com plays on the TV.

Roman: Love, can I talk to you?

Probably not the best thing to lead with but it works.

Virgil: Umm, ok... what's u-

He sits up from his place on the couch, sees me holding his backpack, and his face falls.

Virgil: Wha- I... I'm sorry. You... you hate me now don't you?

Roman: What? Hate you? Virgil I love you! I just want to know what's going on.

I drop the bag at the bottom of the stairs and rush over to pull Virgil into a hug. Almost immediately he pulls away and shrinks against the end of the couch, bringing his knees up to his chest.

Virgil: I... I have that just in case... just in case you guys start to hate me again.

Roman: Virge-

Virgil: Its dumb right? It's been 3 years you'd think there'd be nothing to worry about... but I'm still scared.

Roman: Virgil-

Virgil: This just proves it ya know? You found it, now you think I'm a freak who keeps a getaway bag just because he can't move on-

Roman: Virgil!

He finally cuts off his rambling by slapping his hand over his mouth then removes it to speak again.

Virgil: I'm sorry. This is what I'm talking about I-

He cuts himself off again and buries his head in his knees.

Roman: Virgil listen, I don't hate you and I don't think you're a freak. It's ok to be scared, you can take as long as you need to overcome it. Just know that I'm here for you, whenever you need it.

He looks up at me with tears rolling down his cheeks and I break at the sight.

Roman: Mi amor,

I open my arms to him and this time he doesn't hesitate to latch onto me.

Virgil: I'm sorry I-

Roman: Shhh, there's no need to apologize Love.

Virgil: But the others what will they say when-

Roman: They don't need to know unless you want them to.

He tightens his grip on me and buries his face in my chest.

Virgil: ...Thank you.

Heyyy!

This is another prompt from @/sanderssides_prompts on Instagram. April Angst 21.

Yes I'm aware I just posted the previous chapter literally seconds apart from this one.

It's 2:30 AM. I'm gonna go.

Until next time,
Byeee!