You're Not Allowed To Fall in Love With Me (COMPLETED)

Chapter 32

"Virgil?" Someone asked. Virgil didn't look up. He already knew who it was.

"Virgil?" They asked again.

"Leave me alone." Virgil whispered, wiping his face, smudging his make-up and wiping away his tears. He stood up shakily and started walking away. He heard a defeated sigh behind him.

"Virgil, just let me-"

"No."

"Virgil-"

"I said 'leave me alone'."

"Virgil Summers, would you please listen to me for one Goddamn second!" Roman yelled, shocking both himself and Virgil. "Please." He repeated, quieter.

Virgil sighed and wheeled around, glaring at Roman with painfully perfect, pale grey eyes. "What do you want?" He hissed. Roman blinked slightly, snapping himself out of whatever type of weird trance came with him looking directly into Virgil's eyes.

"I wanted to say sorry." He muttered, knowing how weak and pathetic it sounded. Virgil let out a laugh, loud and cold.

"Sorry? Really?" Virgil asked, his voice full of mocking and hurt. "Sorry won't help you or me get over this, Roman."

"I don't want to, though." Roman blurted out. "Get over this, I mean. Get over you. Because... I don't ever think I will."

Virgil laughed again. "Don't lie to me, Roman. You just did this all for money. What was it, £20?" Virgil laughed again, this laugh at the back of his throat. "Damn, you really are pathetic. £20. 20 fricking pounds for breaking my heart. I'm really not worth that much, am I?"

Roman opened his mouth to answer but Virgil cut him off.

"Don't talk to me. I really don't know why I opened up to another one of you." He laughed slightly. "It's like a cycle. You decide to befriend me, I catch feelings, you ask me out saying you return the feelings and all that bullshit and then, after maybe a month, you break my heart. Just when I've gotten emotionally attached and feel as if I can't live without you." He laughed again. "Well, guess what Roman, I can."

Roman opened his mouth before closing it and bowing his head. "I can't." He whispered, his voice catching on the wind and reaching Virgil's ears. Virgil laughed again, loudly and cruelly.

"Sure you can't. That's another thing with you boys. You always, always lie about it afterwards. Always. You can live without me." He said disdainfully. "I can see it in your eyes."

"You know, Virgil, for studying teenage psychology, you're pretty damn bad." Roman bit back suddenly. "Sure, you may be able to see in my eyes that I can live without you. But I'm an actor, aren't I? That's what I do. Pretend something. And right now, I'm pretending everything is alright when it's really, really not." Roman sighed, covering his eyes with his hand. "When you left, I realised something. That I haven't been lying about any of this. I wasn't lying when I told you you were beautiful because you are and I wasn't lying when I told you I loved you back because I do! Dear God, Virgil, I love you so damn much."

Virgil hadn't taken his eyes off Roman throughout all of this but now he dropped his eyes to the floor, not meeting Roman's green ones. "If you loved me as much as you say," he muttered, still not meeting Roman's eyes, "you'd have come clean about this whole thing. Maybe then none of this would've happened."