Logan sat in the back of church watching the people talk. It was mostly people he knew, like his parents, family friends, his brother's friends, Roman. His brother's husband was walking over to him, Logan had never approved Roman, and even now didn't want to talk to Roman. Logan held a scowl on his face as he pushed up his glasses, Roman sighed at his brother in law. He sat down next to Logan anyway. The two watched the crowd for a while before Roman turned to Logan. "Antisocial as ever Logan? That's something you and Virgil always had in common."     

   Logan flinched at the mention of his brother before responding, "Hello to you too, Roman."

   "Cold as ever too, huh?" Roman gave a breathy laugh before continuing, "You know some people here actually want to talk to you, ask you how you're doing, But I'm sure Dr. Logan Berrette has better things to be doing, y'know, like sitting here and thinking."

   Logan looked at the cocky twenty-four year old next to him with disgust, "What did Virgil ever see in you?" he stood up and turned to look at Roman's face to see that the cocky smirk he wore had faded to shock, "Goodbye Mr. Prince." 

   Logan didn't need to push through the crowd, as they moved to form a path for him. Once at the front of the church he looked into the casket to see his brother, Virgil. He was paler then he was in life and in a suit that would have been an hour of fighting to get him wear if he was alive. Virgil's black and purple bangs hid his closed eyes, Logan knew that behind one of those eyelids a green eye was missing. Logan put his hand to his little brother's cheek and admired his normally hidden freckles. 

   Virgil had gone missing on the sixth of October and his corpse was found the nineteenth by the missing person search team Roman sent for. Virgil was a twenty-three year old white male, he had some pre-existing health issues but nothing that would lead him to go missing for 13 days and be found dead drained of blood with a missing eye and a upside down cross carved into his chest. Virgil was murdered, clearly, the police were still looking for the killer.   

   Logan had to fight his tears as he looked down at his little brother. Logan wasn't going to let himself break down, not here, not in front of these people. Logan let go of Virgil's cheek and readjusted his glasses. He muttered a sorry under his breath and walked out of the church. He heard the whispers as he left, and he was not immune to them.

   He slammed his car door shut and fell into the driver's seat. Logan didn't let his tears fall willingly, but he couldn't hold them back anymore. He sat in his car, his face in his hands, crying. He doesn't remember the last time he's cried in his twenty-eight years of life. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so weak. He sat there for twenty minutes or so, choking on his sobs as his tears spilled heavy. Was this what Roman wanted to see? For Logan to feel emotion?

   When Logan had finished crying he readjusted his glasses and drove out of the parking lot. He didn't leave that parking lot without an idea though. He was going to move. He was well enough off that he could live like he did now for at least fifty years. But he wanted to cut off from the world, he wasn't going for a nice house in the city, with two TVs and a cellphone. He wanted to get as far away from humans as he could. So when he got home he would find exactly where he was headed.

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Hi, so this is my first ever fic and I had some help with it, so thx to @Cookiemat for finding a cover pic and the encouragement, and thanks to my editor (Logan) for helping fix my grammar and spelling even tho I've only kept 2 edited paragraphs in this thing (sorry Logie). And thanks of course to the people who said "yes I want to read this accidentally angsty fanfic about the sides." and went ahead read this. So lets buckle up and let me write so horror!

                                                 -Theo