Look who's finally writing the next part to this mini series. I'm so sorry it took so long (just over a month...whoops) but as mentioned in the last A/N, I haven't been feeling great recently but I've finally decided to write the next part for this series as I've started to feel better and y'all deserve it. Thank you so much for all of your support and cooperation. Similarly to the previous parts of this series, there will be angst and some darker themes. Now, without any more procrastinating, let's get on with it

Virgil's POV

Why? That one word kept floating around in my mind. Why did I have to kiss Dec? Why did my husband have to see it? Why did he have to leave me? Why am I so stupid?

I didn't even love Dec. Not in the slightest. But whenever I was with him, I guess he made me feel calm but so did Patton. So why did I need Dec when I already had Patton as my amazing husband? I didn't and still to this day don't know. But now I had made a dreadful mistake that I can't take back or erase. I could never find someone as wonderful or as amazing as Patton again. I was alone.

Burying my head in my hands, I began to sob. Every so often I wiped away the tears with my sleeve but this seemed to only increase the flow of tears so I just gave up and let the tears stream down my face. I was swimming in a pool of sadness and despair created by my tears. It was my fault. I brought this upon myself. I broke Patton's heart and in doing so, broke my own. It's fascinating how fragile a heart can be and how easily it can shatter like glass. But there had to be a way to fix it. There had to be some sort of glue to hold the broken pieces back together. But what was this glue? What is my glue? Maybe if I just apologised to Patton this could all be undone. Maybe...

Who was I kidding? He would never forgive what I'd done. If I couldn't even forgive myself, how was he going to? He may be a forgiving man but this mistake is too big to ever be forgiven. Ever.

Sighing, I decided that I needed to calm myself down and clear my head. Grabbing my coat and slipping on my shoes, I slowly ambled outside. I inhaled the fresh, rainy filled air and exhaled it again before making my way down the long, cobbled path towards the forest. Patton and I always came here whenever we decided to go on walks together. I always found the forest so calming: the leaves crunching beneath our feet; the trees dancing in the breeze, the birds singing their sweet tunes; and just being together, the two of us. I was hoping that coming back here would help remind me of what once was and bring joy to my shattered heart, fixing it. But it didn't. It just broke my heart even more. It was broken beyond repair. Tears were pouring down my face relentlessly now and nothing could stop them so I decided to stop walking and sit down on a nearby bench.

That was when it happened. My leg began to vibrate so I slipped my hand in my jean pocket and pulled out my phone, seeing who the call was from: Patton. Immediately, an internal conflict was created from inside my mind. Part of me wanted to answer the call. What if it was important? What if he needed me? But at the same time, the other part didn't want to answer it. Seeing him again would just shatter both of our hearts again. Finally, I decided to do what do. I had to answer it.

My hands shaking uncontrollably, I slowly answered the call, which was a video call. However, when I answered it, I was confused when I wasn't greeted by Patton but instead by a complete stranger who was oddly smartly dressed with his hair neatly slicked back and a black polo shirt, completed with a blue striped tie. The room around him was almost in complete darkness except from one, single, dull light. In the background, muffled screams could be heard. Screams that sounded all too familiar...

 "Hello Virgil" The figure greeted me with a smug grin painted across his face.

"W-who are y-you?" I stuttered. "A-and what d-do y-you want?"

"Who I am is inconsequential. However, what I want is much more important. I want your money. A large sum of it to be precise"

"W-why would I g-give it t-to you?" I tried to sound brave and courageous and stop myself from stuttering but I just couldn't; I was petrified.

"Because if you don't..." he then moved the camera and I immediately gasped, not believing what I was seeing. Patton, my Patton, was tied to a chair with a gun pointed to his head and his eyes fixed to the ground, refusing to move. I tried to desperately hold back the tears that were yet to flow but I just couldn't. "You're precious little Patton here gets it" 

The man then moved the phone again so that I could see his face again. "So Virgil, what will it be?"