It's been a few days after Virgil had his hour. He couldn't seem to get all of those events out of his head. He had been hopeful at first, thinking maybe his soulmate could just accept him, unlike everyone else who constantly shoved him away. It turned out, he thought wrong. Of course his soulmate didn't want him. He's nothing. Why would anyone ever want him?

"Virge, darlin', please. If it upsets you then you should totally talk about it. Don't keep it to yourself." Remy said as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone. He looked up from his phone to see Virgil scowling at him. Virgil had been incredibly upset the morning after his hour, but he didn't say anything to Remy about it. Remy was worried about what might happen to the boy if he kept everything himself. 'As if I hadn't done that in the past.'

"Leave me alone, Rem," Virgil said resentfully. He picked at the skin around his nails to calm himself down. He needed a distraction. He needed something to occupy his mind, so that his head doesn't combust with rage and pain. Writing wasn't helping. He had been staring at a blank page of his notebook, willing words to come and flow through his hands, but it didn't happen.

Remy was getting more worried about Virgil. He saw how Virgil is curled up on the edge of the sofa, tucking himself into a tight ball that it looked like he was trying to squeeze himself. How Virgil had picked on his nails that it looked red and raw, nearly bleeding. How his eyes never fixed its gaze, shifting hurriedly from place to place as if chasing an invisible shadow. He wanted Virgil to talk about the note as it had clearly made him upset, but he didn't want to make Virgil to be even more upset by forcing Virgil to talk.

"Rem," Virgil started, still staring at his empty notebook. "Let's go to the library, I need to get some books for class." He got up and walked to his room—probably to take his stuff—and walked out the door without waiting for Remy. Remy rushed to the door and followed Virgil down the hallway of their apartment building. He understood that Virgil needed to distract himself, but it's going to be pretty boring in the library.

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It's been an hour and thirty minutes since they arrived at the library. Remy was bored. He didn't like books and all things related to books. He had been following Virgil around the library as Virgil looked through some thick books. Like, really thick. Virgil had been mumbling under his breath, listing the names of classic authors—Leo Tolstoy, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens, et cetera—while looking through their works.

"Virge, when are you gonna be done with all this? There are so many. Mne skuchno," Remy complained again for the hundredth time. He had started to get louder starting fifteen minutes ago and they could get in trouble with that kind of volume in a library.

"Shut up, Rem! You're gonna get us kicked out," Virgil protested.

"Sure, hope that happens right about now. I want out of this place," Remy said carelessly, earning a glare from Virgil. "What?!" Remy continued, "besides, milaya, I don't wanna be here, so don't you dare blame me."

Virgil furrowed his brows in frustration and let out a sigh. Remy is always exasperating when he's stressed. "You know what, you can sit at the table there," Virgil pointed at the long table in the middle of the library, "and wait for me."

Remy rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. He would rather sit than wasting energy walking around. He walked to the table and sat near the end of the table. He had been to the campus library before, but he hadn't observed much of it. It had three floors with the second and third level having an open middle, so people could look down directly to the first level. The ceiling was very high and domed at the top, giving the whole space an even more spacious feel. There were big shelves of books throughout the first and second level of the library, while the third housed a collection of documentaries and the likes. The big bookshelves, on the first level especially, were placed strategically to form narrow aisles. The enormous table in the middle of the library was made of solid wood. It reminded Remy of royal dining tables in movies.

Remy settled into the chair quietly, letting all his thoughts pass. He reached into his bag, taking out his phone. There wasn't anything exciting online either, so he just scrolled through his social media apps aimlessly.

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Damien didn't really know why he was there. That evening, Patton and Logan had another outing and—for some unknown reason—Patton had dragged Damien along with him. So, now he was stuck third-wheeling Patton and Logan.

"Pat, you're being ridiculous. I can't go on a date—"

"Not a date," Patton interrupted his sentence.

"-whatever, because then I'd be third-wheeling and Logan would be uncomfortable."

"Awww, c'mon Dee! I want to have fun with you, too. Logan said he was okay with it."

Damien was still unsure... until Patton pulled his puppy-eyes on him.

"Pleeeeease... just this once!" Patton begged. He looked down at the cannoli he was eating and looked back at Damien with an innocent smile, "I cannoli be happy when I'm with you." Damien let out a small groan—which Patton ignored—and still with his puppy-eyes, he looked right into Damien's eyes with hope. Damien huffed out a sigh. Only the devil could resist Patton's puppy-eyes.

So, now there he was, having a not-so-great time. If he was going to be honest—he wasn't—it wasn't too bad at the beginning of their outing. Patton and Logan included him in their conversation and activities in general. As time goes by however, Damien was pushed aside more and more. Now, he had been ignored for nearly an hour, Damien thought that if he walked away they wouldn't notice.

The perk of third-wheeling Patton and Logan, however, was that he got to see their interactions. Damien, observing all the details of their interactions, would notice when they brush their hands against each other. And their cheeks would turn a little rosy when one of them say something nice to the other. He would notice how Logan's voice would soften at times and how Patton's smile would brighten a little more. Damien didn't know whether he should be jealous or disgusted. Unknown to the other two, Damien was hiding the aching feeling in his chest with a face of indifference. 'They're so happy,' he thought, pondering if he would ever be like that. He shook the thought away, trying not to obsess over his soulmate. 'Stop being so pathetic would you?'

Now Damien is already tired of seeing them being all sweet and cute. He wanted to be alone. 'What if I just told them I'm not feeling well, then I can escape to the coffee shop. Or I could go home and-'

Damien's train of thought was cut off by Logan saying, "Could we go to the campus library while we are here? It seems we are going to pass by it anyway, so I thought I could get some books from the library." Upon the mention of going to the library, Damien immediately perked up. He didn't actually know why he liked the campus library so much, he didn't even read that much. The library had always felt so soothing to him. Maybe, it was because of the quiet and calm atmosphere that the library had.

"Let's go!" Damien exclaimed from behind Logan and Patton. Logan and Patton looked behind their shoulders, looking surprised, seemingly forgotten that Damien was there with them. Damien didn't pay them any attention, immediately barging towards the library. He quickened his pace as the library came into view. Damien paused once he reached the entrance of the library to look over to where Logan and Patton were. "Come on, guys!" Once they were at the foyer, Damien didn't bother waiting for them and practically zoomed into the building.

Damien found his usual sitting spot at the end of the big table in the middle of the library, closer to the window. Usually, he would prefer to sit on the beanbags that are placed right by the windows when it was sunny. It was getting dark outside now, so Damien preferred the table. He looked back at the entrance of the library finding no trace of Logan or Patton. 'They'll prob'ly text me later. Or if they're gonna leave me here, that's even better.' Damien thought to himself and pulled out his phone.

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Remy had been waiting for awhile now. He was getting bored again. He set his phone down and looked out the window. It was getting dark. The sky had turned to a purplish hue and the trees outside had become dark silhouettes. Now that he wasn't constantly complaining, he could finally feel the atmosphere of the library. Remy found it surprisingly nice. The quiet is calming—it wasn't entirely quiet, so it wasn't a freaky kind of quiet. He could hear the rustles of pages being turned, the sound of dull footsteps on wooden floor and hushed discussion. He took a deep breath, the rush of air cleared his head from his boredom—just a little.

As he looked towards the windows again, he noticed there was a guy around his age pulling a chair and sitting at the opposite side of the table. He was wearing a yellow beanie, dark grey jacket and black jeans. Looking from the side, Remy thought, 'He looks familiar... like... really familiar...' Remy furrowed his brows in concentration, trying to remember anyone that could remind him of this person. ' Oy, Remus, chto sluchilos' s ty?!' Remy questioned—and insulted—himself while trying to figure out who this person is. He swore he knew who that is.

Remy slowly got up from his seat, so as to not make any noise, and slipped into the maze of bookshelves. He carefully spied on the mystery man from behind rows of books, occasionally pretending to be interested in a book when someone is standing or walking near him so he doesn't look like he's just snooping around. Remy kept his eyes on 'the guy'—as his brain calls him—while he weaved his way through the bookshelves, getting closer to where 'the guy' was sitting.

Unfortunately, Remy had been too focused on observing 'the guy' rather than where he was actually going, so he accidentally knocked some books with his head as he turned on a corner. 'The guy' looked up from his phone, most likely because he heard the noise of books falling.

Fortunately, Remy was quick enough to duck his head so that 'the guy' wouldn't be able to see him. To add to his luck, he had seen a flash of mismatched eyes. The pair of eyes that he would recognize anywhere. ' O Bozhe... Blyad'! What am I gonna do?' Remy felt an uncomfortable heat on his back and face. He had to hold onto one of the bookshelves to stop himself from shaking. His breathing became more rapid, his chest rising and falling quickly.

The memories of two years ago flooded Remy's mind. A reminder of a failure in the past. ' Vot der'mo, I can't do this. Eto ne mozhet povtorit'sya...' The memories came rushing, but he pushed it away. 'No, no, no. Stop it! Stop that! I'm gonna be fine. Just gotta give it a shot.'

Remy took the time to calm himself down until he can breath properly again. He looked at 'the guy' once again. His soulmate. His soulmate is sitting right there and he wasn't about to turn away. He made sure that it was indeed his soulmate. It would be awkward if he approached a stranger assuming they were his soulmate and turns out they weren't. His lips was upturned to a small smile. He could do this.

Now that the panic is somewhat under control, Remy could feel excitement starting to bloom in his chest, leaving him feeling a little fidgety. He took a deep breath once again and steeled himself. With a mask of confidence, he walked over. He pulled the chair right across 'the guy' and sat down.

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Damien looked up to see a man pulled a chair right across his seat. Why can't the world just leave him in peace for just two seconds. First, he had been forced to third-wheel his brother. Now, he had to deal with this idiot who could have sat anywhere but in front of him. He just wanted to be left alone. 'There's literally fifty other chairs at this table,' Damien thought grumpily, brows knitted together in annoyance.

He was surprised, however, when this guy took off his sunglasses—who the fuck wears sunglasses indoors, in the evening—revealing pale green eyes. Damien's face shifted to a shocked expression; mouth slightly ajar, his eyes wide and unblinking. This could not be real. This could not possibly be real. No, his soulmate is in Russia. 'I'm being too obsessive, I'm just dreaming,' Damien convinced himself—and failing. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. 'Is this real?' He kept asking himself.

Damien sat back on the chair, blinking rapidly and biting his lips to stop himself from breaking down. He wanted this. He had been waiting for this for what felt to be so long. Damien had to restrain himself from reaching out to touch, to see if it was real or whether it was just his sick imagination playing a sick joke on him.

His soulmate—Remus, he remembered from the note—leaned his head to one side, supporting it with one hand and gave Damien a half-smile-half-smirk. The corner of his eye crinkled a little. He blinked once before saying, "Ey, milashka."

Damien was going to lose it.

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Can anyone guess what happened to Remy? Why is he scared? Though, I should say that it's very obvious.

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Russian stuff (please, tell me if I made any mistakes):

Mne skuchno
Мне скучно
[I am bored]

Milaya
милая
[honey; sweetie]

chto sluchilos' s ty
что случилось с ты
[what is wrong with you; what happened to you]

O Bozhe
О Боже
[Oh my God; Oh God]

Blyad'
Блядь
[fuck]

Vot der'mo
Вот дерьмо
[Oh shit]

Eto ne mozhet povtorit'sya
Это не может повториться
[This/it cannot happen again]

Ey, milashka
Эй милашка
[Hey, cutie]
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I headcannon that Russian Remy would lecture himself using Russian a lot, since that's his actual first language in this AU.