Trigger warning: crying.

Milly's P.O.V.
So, why had I been hiding? Or, more accurately, what had I been hiding? Well, it's a long story, so I'll try my best to sum it up.

It all started on the last Sunday in January when I was woken up by Roman's messenger owl, Quiln. She told me to go see Rossane immediately because she had a premonition about me. As fast as possible, I got ready and left. As soon as I arrived in the kingdom, people were rushing me to Rossane's house, which isn't very far from the castle. Once I was there, she locked the door behind me and told me to sit down.

"How are you, child?," she asked, sitting down across from me at her small table in the kitchen. I told her I was doing fine, asked how she was, then asked why she had called me there.

"I had a premonition while I was sleeping," she answered. "Predicting the outcome of actions you may soon take. Would you like to see, or would you just like for me to tell you? You have yet to receive a reading from me, so you must understand that what I show may be neither pleasant nor comfortable."

"Well," I said. "I trust you, and I don't know if I want to see what you might show me, so I think you should just tell me."

"Alright then, if that is what you wish. Now, I hoped I could find a way to ease us into this difficult discussion, but it appears that the only way of going about this is getting right to the point. Milly, you have feelings for Camille, do you not?" Huh, I thought, I wonder if that's a seer thing or maybe I'm just really obvious. "I understand that question can be difficult to answer, but worry not, it's rhetorical—I already know the answer." Rossane smiled playfully as I tried to hide a smile and blush.

"You, young one, have a passionate heart. Your feelings will grow into love quicker than you or anyone else may understand—although, you in general do grow much faster than usual. Your heart is destined to lead you down a path of greatness. But, as foreseen in my premonition, it appears that your heart may also lead not only you, but everyone, down a path of destruction." The small bit of playful humor that had held the comfortable atmosphere together faded away.

"W-What do you mean by that?" I questioned, stuttering with fear.

"I'm not sure," Rossane answered honestly. "I saw Camille as the dark figure again, taken prisoner by her own body after being recaptured by the creature you faced last year. I saw Roman on a hospital bed, translucent and severely at risk of fatality. But I also saw Roman and Virgil once again standing with crowns on their heads in this kingdom. The last thing I saw before waking up was you, standing before Camille in the castle's ballroom, both of you dressed up dashingly. You leaned in take her hand and kiss her. I hate to tell you this, but I am afraid that the romantic moment you share with Camille at this formal event of sorts may be the cause, or one of the causes, of the chaos."

"What can I do to avoid anyone getting hurt?" I blurted out as soon as she finished talking. She gave a sad smile and looked down and her hands, which were situated neatly on the table in front of her.

"Milly, I'm sure you've heard from one of the older Sides that you cannot change the future."

"But did anyone ever try?"

"Yes. I myself have tried, many times. True, it's entirely possible to change certain aspects of the future, but the overall outcome will always be the same. Milly, your family has survived uncannily dangerous situations such as this before, and I have little doubt that they will be able to do it again."

"I know I can't change the future, but can't I at least try? Isn't it possible that every once in a while there's something that can be changed?" Rossane was silent for a moment, thinking about my suggestion. "Please, Rossane, if there's anything that could keep my family from getting hurt, I'll do it." She sighed, giving in to my argument.

"Theoretically, if you avoid romance with Camille, you may be able to avoid harming your family." I pumped my fist happily. I certainly wasn't excited about having to avoid romance, but I was willing to do anything to protect the people that I loved.

"But please, Milly, remember," Rossane warned. "Your love is the most powerful thing you will ever possess. It can bring destruction, or it can bring salvation. Even if you never show it, hold on to every speck of love that you hold in your heart and soul." We stared between each other for a moment as she paused and I admired the wisdom in her words. A few seconds later, she said, "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I answered. "I understand. Thank you, Rossane."

So, why would I tell this part of the story now instead of sooner? Well, building suspense, of course, but also because I had made a promise to Anthony that I would tell someone soon. So, not long after Virgil got home, I knocked on his bedroom door.

At first I only wanted to comfort Virgil, but he clearly wasn't in the mood for saying or hearing another word about Roman or the fight or running away. Instead, he diverged the conversation to me and asked, "Did you have a good Valentines Day?"

"No," I answered hesitantly. "Not really. Camille and I got in a little fight, but I guess once we get a chance to talk to each other it should be okay..." Virgil gave me a look that I had never seen before. Or, more specifically, never seen from him before. Patton had given me that same look once, when I was sick with a really bad stomach virus but was pretending to be perfectly fine. That look, I knew for certain, was the look shown only by someone who was done with lies and desperate for truth.

"Milly," he said, something in his voice shocking me. It was this small quiver in his voice that seemed like he had tried to hide but only emphasized. It was a sound like he wanted to scream and cry and shut up all at the same time; like he was so desperate for an honest answer that he couldn't explain how dire his need was. And this need wasn't just for his own sake, but for mine as well. "Please, be honest with me, really honest. What is going on?"

And that was it. I ran out of lies. My facade crumbled. I broke down, explaining everything to Virgil as best as I could while bawling my eyes out. Virgil sat in front of me quietly and listened to my every word, and when I finished he pulled me into a hug and let me cry until I had no tears left to shed. At last, when I caught by breath and calmed down, I sat up and moved back from Virgil a bit.

"Oh, crap," I said, looking at his jacket. "I'm sorry, I got it soaking wet."

"Oh... eh, don't worry about it." He took the jacket off and put it neatly on the floor next to him.

"I'm so sorry, Virgil," I said. "I should've told you what was happening. I shouldn't've broken our promise to tell someone when things like this happen."

"Hey, Milly, it's okay. You told me before it was too late; you didn't break the promise."

"But, what if it is too late?" Virgil paused, clearly unnerved by my question.

"It's not," he said stoically. "If it was, then you wouldn't have to tell anyone for us to know. Now, you have a chance to make this all better. What happens next is up to you."

Patton's P.O.V.
"Logan," I whispered. "Can we go to my room?" He agreed and we went up to my room. I shut and locked the door behind us, then took in a deep breath, preparing myself for what I was about to do. Then I snapped my fingers, changing my room completely. The walls went from yellow and decorated with pictures to white and blank. All of my furniture and my door disappeared and a small table with two chairs on opposite sides appeared in the middle of the room. I snapped my fingers again and Logan and I ended up sitting in the two chairs.

"Patton, what.." Logan began. "What is this?"

"This is what I do when I need answers—for everyone's sake. I don't like it anymore than you do, but I do this only when there's just no other way. You can't lie in here, and you can't hear this place from outside."

"So this is an interrogation room? What information do I possess that you need so direly?"

"What's going on between you and Virgil?" Logan was silent, shocked that I had asked that.

"We are friends, not romantic partners. He has allowed me to hold his hand for over a decade now, but that has yet to be seen by anyone other than the two of us until, apparently, Roman saw it. We hide most of our affections because neither of us ever liked public shows of intimacy, and recently because we are now both romantically involved with other people. We have been rendezvousing privately because Virgil was helping me plan a date with you. He allowed us into Tranquility—it is a place he created years ago for the purpose of calming his anxiety and organizing his thoughts. Was that the truth you were searching for?" Shocked and ashamed, I very quietly snapped my fingers and changed my room back to it's normal form.

"I'm so sorry, Logan," I whimpered. "I should've known you wouldn't go behind my back like that. I just wanted to know for sure, for the sake of bringing back some of the peace we're losing all over again." Logan had looked angry, but his expression softened and he walked over to me and hugged me.

"It's alright, love," he whispered. "I'm a bit upset, and I apologize for taking that out on you." He held me for a couple minutes, but stepped away when we heard a knock at my door.

"Patton?" called a voice—Camille's. "Are you in there?" I walked over and opened the door.

"Hey there, kiddo, what is it?" I asked.

"I, um.." Her eyes flicked to look behind me for just a moment, looking around and landing on Logan. Her voice dropped to a whisper as she finished, "I wanted to talk about my dream."

"Oh, okay. Give me just a minute and I'll meet you in your room." Camille gave me a faint smile and walked off to her room. I closed the door and turned back to Logan.

"You and Camille really do need to work out whatever's going on between you two," I stated, grabbing Logan's hand. "It's obvious you're both uncomfortable around each other." Logan looked like he wanted to say something, but he stayed silent. I leaned close to him and placed a soft kiss to his lips, then let go of him and waved as I left to talk to Camille.