Hello! So you know this story was from a role play between my self and @Biscuitfacegrace . The story is hers. It was posted with permission and there is only a little bit different so I'm sorry if it is oddly worded.

This is about Virgil.

Triggers include cutting, starving, throwing up, eating disorders, depression, mention of suicide, suicide attempts, abuse, self hate, depression, and hate.

There once was a boy, born into a cruel world. He was surrounded by people that hated him. They acted accepting but weren't. Over the years, he began to grow on them. Then, he developed a certain forbidden emotion. He hated himself for it, but couldn't stop himself. What he didn't know was that the guy he liked was a lying b**tch who would beat him to the point of suicide. Then, as he had the rope hung, someone stopped him. That someone was... Roman Sanders. He was amazing. He comforted him through the night with... his voice. His amazing voice. The boy developed a crush on him then and there. He knew Roman hated him, but, what could it hurt to try? Years went by, and the boy still had a crush on Roman, but... this time... there was a good ending. This time, the boy lived. The one in millions of millions of parallel universes where everything had gone well was the one he was in. And the boy was... happy.

But then that changed...He wasn't good enough. The boy wasn't good enough for the world he was in. Where everything had gone well. Where everything was just peachy. He started making small cuts on his wrist." Which advanced to medium.Which soon became... large. Soon they became words.Then the boy decided that wasn't good enough. He sliced open his sides and patched them back up to endure the pain. It was dumb and the boy knew it.The boy stopped after a while, the pain becoming unbearable. Then, he started eating less. Eventually the pain became to much so he ate just enough to survive and threw up the after every meal.The boy was stuck in this horrible cycle of defeat, unable to break out.He was miserable. If the world wanted him alive, then he would be. But it would be unbearable. And that is how he would live his life. In unbearable pain, causing him to be driven to madness.