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He walked down the stairs, opened the door, and paused. It was shadowey and hidden. Full of ghost-like wisps. Roman could feel all his own insecurity bubbling up, it was terrifying.
His Virgil was going through this. His Virgil was being plagued by his worse thoughts right now.
He had to save him.
He marched forward, the thoughts growing progessivly worse.
'Hes dating you out of pity,' 'He left you. He wants to be here,' 'They all hate you,' 'Hate you,' 'They hate you' 'You're useless' 'Nobody needs you,'
Roman didn't notice he was crying until he tasted the salty tears, he wiped them away but they only came back.
He pulled out his sword as he heard voices, the familar purr of Janus' and the tired mumble of Virgils. He missed him so much already.
He paused when he rounded the corner. There was Virgil, in the old jacket covered in grey squares, sitting in Janus' lap.
Janus watching Virgils face. Janus holding Virgils hand. Janus...kissing him. His cheek, his forehead.
Roman swears he could feel a piece of his heart shivrel up and die.
"Virgil?" The boys head turned sharpely, eyes widening at Roman, the yellow fading for a moment.
"Roman..."
His eyes upon your face His hand upon your hand His lips caress your skin Its more then I can stand
