a/n: i swear i can write other ships i'm just 100000% gone on them rn
~virgil~
Portland, OR
tw: ummmm yelling, berating, small mention of suicide in the form of encouragement, and general mean stuff idk how to put it
I turn away from him, "Just go, please."
I screw my eyes tight, trying to hide the tears. My head pounds, and I ball my hands into fists.
"I'm not going to leave you." He puts his hand on my shoulder. I relax a little.
"Please." it's weak. my voice breaks. "Please just, just go." I slide down the side of the island farthest from the sink and bury my head in my hands.
"Fine, have it your way." his tone shifts dramatically, and my blood runs cold.
I wrap my arms tighter around myself, waiting for the receding footsteps. Instead he circles me, almost vulture-like.
"You're pathetic. You know that?" He spits the words at me with contempt, contempt I didn't think he had for me.
I don't say anything.
"Oh, is that how we're going to play it? You're pathetic, Virgil."
"I know." My voice is barely above a whisper, and shaking like a brittle leaf in the wind.
"Good. You should know. I wouldn't want you to wander around with the illusion that your existence is meaningful."
I dig my nails into my arm, screwing my eyes shut, "When did you stop loving me?" The question is soft, broken, shards flattering against the floor.
"Stop?" He kneels in front of me and tilts my chin up, my eyes fluttering open to meet his. The gesture lacks any malice, and I hope it's another change.
"Darling, I never stopped."
My eyes water, the warmth of happiness beginning to tether me once again to the ground.
"Simply because I never started."
My heart falls through the floor. It shatters, and tears well in my eyes. He jerks his hand away.
"But-" I sound weak, and I hate myself for it.
"But what? I said I did? Oh, Virgil, I can't believe you fell for that. After all," He leans against the wall and crosses his legs, then drops his gaze to meet mine, "who could ever love you?"
That paralyses me, and I sit there numbly.
He starts back up, "For one thing, look at you. You'd have to be blind to love that face. For another, darling, you're so bothersome. You need constant reassurance, and even that doesn't work. You're so tiring to deal with, what with your apologies, and your useless tangents, and pointless stories with no real structure. What a pain to talk to."
His words dig into me like knives, carving out words I've called myself a thousand times.
Worthless
Burden
Tiresome
Useless
Annoying
Pointless
He stalks around the room, "I honestly couldn't believe how long I was able to trick you. And you made it so easy. Trusting me so quickly." He makes a tsk sound with his tongue, "Oh Virgil, haven't you learned by now?"
