Playwrite

Epilouge

TW // suicide

15 more years later, fathers day

Roman's POV

I stood next to my son, Remy, who was holding his guitar. He's amazing on guitar, way better than I'll ever be. My mind wanders to all of the fun times in the past 13 years since he was born. His bio mom's face when he was born, knowing that she loved him even though she couldn't raise him, the first time we took him home from the hospital, the first time he grabbed my finger, his first words, the first time Virgil held him, the first time he played guitar. And much favorite memory, the time Virgil brought him in to visit me after I had gotten top surgery. So many things have happened since he was born, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. A few years fall from my eyes.

"Dad, are you okay?" He asks. I nod, wiping away my tears

"Are you ready?" He asks. I nod again, and he starts playing his guitar. Soon, I start to sing.

"You're a world away
Somewhere in the crowd
In a foreign place
Are you happy now?
There's nothing left to say
So I shut my mouth
So won't you tell me, babe
Are you happy now?

You're the only one who can up and run
Leave me just as empty as the day you came
And you hold all the cards, all the broken hearts
Strung over your shoulder till it's all in vain
And only you know the strength of your teeth
The wash in the weight of your pockets, so deep
And lonely
You're a world away
Somewhere in the crowd
In a foreign place
Are you happy now?
There's nothing left to say
So I shut my mouth
So won't you tell me, babe
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
You're the only one who can
In the palm of your hands
You can make me dance
Spin me around in circles till I'm wrapped in string
You keep on talking sweet though your wrists bleed
And now I can't ask you how you've been
Now only you know the strength of your teeth
The wash in the weight of your pockets, so deep
And lonely
You're a world away
Somewhere in the crowd
In a foreign place
Are you happy now?
There's nothing left to say
So I shut my mouth
So won't you tell me, babe
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
You're the only one who can
You're the only, you're the only
You're the only one who can
You're the only, you're the only
World away
Somewhere in the crowd
In a foreign place
Are you happy now?
There's nothing left to say
So I shut my mouth
So won't you tell me, babe
Are you happy now?" At this point, both Remy and I are crying.

I still can't believe he thought of the idea of doing this for his papa. I set the flowers I'm holding down. On the right of the flowers are the graves of Logan and Patton Hall, who both died of old age. On the right of the flowers are the graves of Lily and Rose Williams, who died in a fire. And the flowers. The flowers are sitting on the grave of Virgil Appleton. My Virgil. Who I lost to suicide.
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There it is. That's Playwrite. I'll probably publish a closing A/N sometime soon, but this is it for the story. Until next time, take it easy guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, peace out!

-Alex