WARNING: Deals with Suicide, Depression, and Things Along Those Lines!

(Virgil's P.O.V.)
"That'd be $2.75." The ticket lady says with an obviously fake smile, probably bored of being at this stupid subway station. However, the moment she says the words my eyes widen. I have planned this day for weeks, the day I can finally get away from it all, and I forgot to bring money. I start stammering, my anxiety taking over as I realize that I screwed up something as simple as this. 

"Here." I hear a male voice and I quickly turn to see a man around my age handing the woman a five dollar bill and a quarter. "His ticket, and one for me." He smiles and the woman nods, getting two tickets and handing them to the new (and quite I say handsome) man. He smiles, nods, and thanks the employee before walking out of line and turning. I quickly snap out of my daze and walk over to him, hesitantly taking my ticket as he hands it to me. 

"Th-thank you." I stutter, staring up at him since he's slightly taller than me. His smile could cure diseases, and his hair is styled perfectly. If we were in any other world I would say he could be a prince. But that's not how this world works, sadly. If it did, I probably wouldn't be at this station. The man nods, holding out his hand yet again, but this time for a hand shake. 

"Of course. My name is Roman." He says and I offer a fake smile, one meant to seem friendly and not actually be genuine. I don't know if I could genuinely smile if I tried. I take his hand and shake it gently, my bangs falling into my eyes. 

"Virgil." Is all I say, and his smile seems to get brighter. 

"I like that name." He compliments, and my cheeks turn red despite me not wanting them too. I let out a small chuckle, although I don't know if it's real. 

"Thanks, again." I can't come up with anything to compliment him on, because he's just perfect and I'm an absolute mess. A disgusting, hideous, unworthy mess. He nods once again, tilting his head slightly as he asks a question. 

"So, what do you need the subway for? Normally I wouldn't ask, but I did pay the price for it." He states, obviously joking, but it still makes me feel terrible. I look to the ground, shaking my head. 

"You didn't have to do that." I mumble and he shrugs, humming quietly. 

"Well, you seemed like you really wanted to get down there for some reason." He isn't wrong, and I know it. I quickly come up with some way I can tell him without telling the whole truth. 

"I've just been planning something for a while. Didn't want to ruin it." It isn't a lie, but it isn't the full truth. I'm purposefully not telling him what it is I planned, and hopefully he won't pry any more. He makes a sound of recognition and then chuckles. 

"I'm glad I got you that ticket then." I look up at him finally to see him smiling softly, staring at me. This makes my face go even redder, if that's at all possible. He then turns and looks at me over his shoulder. "See you around, Virgil." And with that he's off, walking towards the entrance to the subway as I stand here wondering what the hell just happened. 

On this day, this day, which just so happened to be the day I forgot my wallet, a man I had never met who was incredibly cute and was named Roman paid for my ticket. Paid the cheap price for a not-so-cheap venture. I wonder if he would have paid if he knew why I was really here? I wonder if he would have cared? I wonder what he will say, or if he will care after this is over? Who am I kidding, of course he won't. He barely knows me, and even if he did I doubt he would. I'm nothing. Isn't that why I'm doing this in the first place? 

Before any second thoughts I start walking towards the subway, walking along the tiled floors of the subway in only a minute. I stare at the tracks as I walk, trying to find the right place and figure out the right time. I pay no attention to the beggars or the performers, the commuters or the tourists. I just pay attention to the tracks and I only think of that note I left in my apartment. 

Will anyone find it? Will anyone read it or just throw it away? What will they think? What will they say? How will Patton and Logan react? How will Thomas, Joan, and Talyn react? How will Roman react? All of these questions, I hate them all. I don't want to think about those questions, I just want this to be over. I want it all to be over. I want my mind to shut up and my heart to be still. That is all I want, and all I've wanted for so long. And this is what I planned. 

This day, the day I was kicked out of my parents house. This place, the place I stayed homeless for two weeks before Patton found me. This train, the train I used to take with Logan to go to school. This life, the one that I no longer want to be living. I stand near the yellow line, watching, waiting, knowing that in only a few moments the train will be seen coming through the tunnels. 

And as I see the headlights, I start rushing towards the track. 

I hear screams and pleads, and I'm almost there. I go to jump off the platform and onto the tracks, when someone grabs me by the waist and tugs me back. Immediately I'm in tears, falling and trying to get to the tracks before the train passes. 

No, this wasn't supposed to happen. No one was supposed to care! I wasn't supposed to be stopped! All I want is for this to end! Is that so much to ask? The train passes and stops, but no one gets on, and those that get off quickly stop to watch the scene. I'm no longer struggling, knowing my opportunity is gone. Instead I'm sitting on the ground, sobbing, yelling, cursing out whoever "saved" me. 

And then I turn and I see him, and I just sob more. Because sitting there, his arms still around my waist, is Roman, tears in his eyes as he shakes his head. I can't help it as I throw my arms around him, crying into his shoulder as he hugs me back, asking over and over "Why?" and reassuring me that things would be alright. 

And for whatever reason, I believe him. As he sits here, hugging me, telling me things will be okay, I think of Patton, and Logan, and all my friends and everyone that loves me, and I think of him. I think of Roman, and the fact that he paid the price for death only to save me from it minutes later. Maybe he is a prince. A hero. Someone that can turn my life from this hell into something so much better. Someone who could turn the $2.75 it took to get to death, into a relationship that could save my life. Just maybe. 

A/N: Like any one-shots I post dealing with this topic, I want to remind everyone that I do not deal with depression or suicidal thoughts so I'm sorry if this is inaccurate. I also want to remind you all that there is someone out there that loves you, and if you are ever thinking about suicide please call the hotline, call family, friends, or anyone you can. If you need to talk, you can always PM me. I am not a qualified professional, but I can do what I can and I can listen. Love you all <3