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... after my finals are done :3

So I lost my flash drive today.  With my final project on it.  And two other major assignments.  I have to redo them now.

*cries*

And they're all due tomorrow.

*C R I E S*

I have a paper that I have to write tonight.  And now - because I lost my flash drive - my workload as just - like - TRIPLED.

Guess I'm not sleeping tonight.

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Prologue: Roman, Third Person

"I just don't understand why you won't talk to me!" Roman yelled, clearly frustrated. "That's not how relationships work, Virgil! We lean on each OTHER."

"Well I DON'T lean on anyone," Virgil snapped back, fists clenched against his sides. Virgil's pale face looked slightly pink which proved he must be LIVID right now - the maddest Roman had ever seen him. "I don't rely on anyone. Never have, never will. I JUST don't let people in. And if that bothers you, then the door's right there."

...

"I just...don't understand why you won't let me in," Roman dropped his voice to a normal level, quiet even. "It feels like I'm always... chasing you. Why do you keep running away from me? Why?" 

...

"Come and find me if you change your mind," Roman said, not looking up as he spoke, knowing that if he looked up and saw Virgil's face he wouldn't have the strength to leave.

And Roman always gave Virgil what he wanted.

...

Long after Roman had shut the door, he hovered on the other side, some silly part of Roman hoping that Virgil would open it. Some part of Roman hoping that Virgil would open it and see him and take him back.

He didn't.

After about an hour of waiting outside his door, Roman teleported blindly to his room, hardly making it to the toilet before he puked.  

...

 Well, I guess he didn't need me as much as I'd thought.

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How had Roman given him EVERYTHING and received nothing but heartbreak in return? 

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Chapter Six: Virgil, Third Person

Virgil collapsed the moment Roman shut the door.

It was like all his strength vanished when Roman closed that door and he just collapsed, hitting the floor with a thud. His eyes started to water but no, he would not cry, he could not cry. This was all his fault anyway.

You are the reason the person you love isn't here right now. Ro - Princey gets to cry, not you. No, you have no right, Virgil thought even as the tears started streaming down his cheeks. This is your fault. You pushed him away, now pay the price.

...

Virgil fell gratefully into the father figures open arms, sobbing into Patton's shoulder. Patton didn't say a word - only holding Virgil tighter. 

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"It hurts dad, it hurts so bad," Virgil cried, once he finished. Patton's eyes widened in panic, wrongly assuming Virgil meant his stomach.

"It hurts, it hurts right here," Virgil said, pressing the dad's hand against Virgil's beating heart. Patton's eyes saddened in understanding, but he didn't say a word.

"Please, take the pain away Dad. Please, I can't bear it," Virgil sobbed.

"I - I can't do that, kiddo," Patton said quietly, gently pulling him into a hug once more. "I'm so sorry."

...

Virgil didn't respond, getting to his feet. Patton followed, stunned, as Virgil went into the kitchen and grabbed a cookie from the cookie jar - a chocolate chip cookie.

...

"I feel... empty."

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Chapter Eleven: Roman, Third Person

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Roman sighed, shoving his bangs back, staring in the mirror at his disheveled appearance.

He really looked quite awful - he wasn't blind to the dark circles under his eyes. He frowned, reaching far back into a drawer for something he hadn't used in a while...

Pulling out the concealer, Roman applied some under his eyes, hiding the evidence of his lack of sleep the best he could.

What did it matter to the others that he had suddenly become an insomniac?

...

  "Oh, Roman. How do you bear it?" Patton whispered, horrified. "Is this how you feel... all the time?"

...

But for now, Patton was a temporary solution. One so that he could have a clear head. 

...

Roman had Creation - the ability to create anything within his realm of knowledge

Patton had Empathy - the ability to sense and in emergency situations "hold onto" another sides feelings.

...

Had he started yet? Yes, he must have, Roman thought. Already Roman felt lighter - as if the world was finally letting up, freeing his heart.

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Patton's breathing become harsh and the tears rolling down his cheeks become more frequent. Patton was gasping now, looking partly amazed, partly horrified, and partly sorry because of the weight of it all. Patton had clearly underestimated just how much it all was.

Roman wrapped his arms around the father figure grateful. Patton shuddered under touch and kept curling in on himself, his open mouth widening in a silent scream under the immense pressure he was under.

How did Roman know?

Because that's all he'd been doing this week.  

...

  Patton looked awful, arms around himself sobbing. As the side who never wanted anyone to know when he feeling sad, he sure didn't look like it now. 

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Was... was it bad that Virgil looked...

Okay?

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 Chapter Sixteen: Roman, Third Person

Roman avoided Patton's eyes, starting to feel guilty for manipulatating Patton into doing that - holding all his feelings.

Only he should know the weight - no one else.

...

  He coughed once to clear his throat - as if that had been what had stopped him from speaking rather than Virgil's eyes on him instead. 

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"Really, Thomas, you're getting all worked up for nothing - really," Roman argued, not meeting Thomas's eyes or anyone else's for that matter. 

...

R-Really Thomas, it's - its nothing. V-V-Virgil and I just - just had a - uh - an argument -"

"We broke up," Virgil stated emotionlessly.

Roman stopped breathing.

Because no matter how many times he thought it, no matter how many times he considered the matter, there was no way this could be permanent. They didn't break up, it was just a fight. It would blow over and everything would go back to the way it was before, as it had every time before that.

...

Roman didn't move.

How could he when his world had changed forever?

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"I - I will not... I cannot make you... want to stay with me," the prince whispered so quietly, so only Virgil would hear him. "But I love you so, so much," Roman choked out. "And whether you love me back is of no concern to me, as my heart was given to you, as it will not be given to another.

"I only ask that it is worth something to you. Worth something that hopefully does not cause you pain to hold close," he whispered, letting go of Virgil's hand.

"For do not want that for you. I wish-" Roman cut off abruptly, pulling back.

...

"Goodbye, my emo nightmare," Roman finished, sinking down without another word. 

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Virgil, Third Person

"Don't worry, Thomas - it's like Roman said," Virgil stated quietly tossing the hood over his head, letting his bangs hide the tears in his eyes that threatened to spill out - tears he had not dared show in front of Roman.

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"It's nothing."

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Chapter Twenty-One: Virgil, First Person

 ...

"Logan? What happened? What's wrong?" 

...

  My feet automatically slowed as we reached Prince's door.

...

Black, spiky handwriting was written all over the walls and I found myself gaping at only some of the words written there.

'I miss you, but I shouldn't'
'I need to let you go'
'I cannot let him see the damage that was done, I must save him, even if I can't protect my own'
'I do- I did not deserve him'
'Why did I expect him to love an egotistical, self-centered Prince'
'This is the point where the fairy-tale went wrong'
'why did I think he was my happily ever after'
'Why did I think I deserved a happily ever after'
'I'm sorry I wasn't good enough'
'I'm sorry I couldn't give you everything'
'I'm sorry for everything: the wrong, the right. In the end they just make the pain even worse'
'try not to think of you because remembering is worse'
'one day, you will find someone to run towards, instead of run away from'

'I will always wish that someone gives you your happily ever after...even if that person isn't me'

...

But my eyes only met his for a second before flicking to Prince.

Oh my stars.

Nononononononononononononon-

...

Roman didn't stir when I grabbed his hand and his eyes remained closed. However, I could see his eyes moving under his eyelids, almost frantically. His hand suddenly gripped my hand tightly and he let out a cry, back arching off the bed in pain. His eyes were squeezed shut, tightly and his breaths came out in short, painful gasps. 

...

I don't think I've ever seen Logan cry. I didn't even think he could. 

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"I – I have reason to believe t-this is a result of... the two of you breaking up," Logan paused, trying to see my reaction to this.

...

"Even though Roman represents Thomas's creativity and imagination," Logan continued, "He is also the romantic side of Thomas's heart. As - " Logan broke off for a moment, taking a moment to collect himself while my stomach started to sink with what he was saying. "As the romantic side of Thomas's heart, I think that when Roman gets his heart broken, his heart... literally... breaks," he said softly. 

...

"But I don't understand," I said, shaking my head harder, as if that would help this whole mess make more sense. "Thomas has gotten his heart broken and – and he was fine. I mean, he was hurting, but he wasn't... like this," I said flicking my eyes to Roman before flicking back to Logan.

"I think it is a differently thing when Thomas falls in love and when Roman falls in love. Yes, Roman felt the effects of Thomas's love, but Thomas's love for his boyfriend was never a direct blow on Roman. Thomas and Patton took most of the heartbreak, as it was the person Thomas loves, not Roman. To say Roman felt nothing would not be entirely true, but... since this was a more... direct blow to his heart – and HIS heart, not Thomas's – I think he is... literally dying of heartbreak."

...

"Why didn't he tell me?" I whispered, turning my eyes back to Roman whose eyes still hadn't opened, and were flicking restlessly beneath his closed eyelids. He wasn't moving much now, but still shivering underneath three layers of blankets. "Why didn't he say that this was going to happen?" 

...

"His wings, Virgil." 

...

His wings... they were so small, so thin. Hardly longer than his torso. They - they were basically translucent and the feathers were no longer white and gold tinted, but fading, and fading to –

To black.

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"He's not... no, he can't be... d-dying?" I asked, my heart stuttering the suggestion.

I waited for Logan to deny it.

And waited.

And waited.

...

Logan shook his head, tears still making tracks down his cheeks. "No, Virgil. He would not have wanted you to love him only because this would happen if you didn't. He would not to put that type of pressure on you nor make you feel obligated to return his feelings," Logan paused, eyes watering with pity. "It means that he loved you so, so much." 

... 

That stupid, STUPID Prince KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN AND HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING. 

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"Virgil... I - I think it best... that you... that you say... goodbye." 

... 

  "This is all my fault," I whispered. 

... 

  "There was nothing that you could have done." 

...

"You're wrong," I answered, squaring my jaw. 

...  

Not wasting a second to overthink, I leaned down over my dear Prince and pressed my lips to his.

Please don't let all those fairytales be for nothing, I thought desperately.

...

I held back a sob, and kissed him again, harder this time.

And again.

And again.

...

The irony of it all... the very reason I had broken up with him was the reason he was lying right here, motionless. 

This couldn't be the end, all that we had couldn't end like this.

Gosh, if I had only known...

I would have told him sooner.

... 

"I love you so, so much," My voice broke as I continued sobbing, "And I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you that sooner. I - I was just so scared, so afraid. I never told you that. I - I thought I didn't matter if you said it because... because I just thought you didn't mean it.

"It... it was so hard to believe that you could find anything to love about me. I mean: I don't even love me, so how could anyone else? What did you - of all people - see in... me? What could you possibly love about me?"

...

"And," I choked out, "I wanted you to know that when I finally said it, I would mean it with all my heart."

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"I love you," I whispered into his ear. 

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"DID YOU HEAR ME?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "YOU STUPID, STUPID PRINCE I LOVE YOU! Please, please stay," I pleaded, my voice finally giving out and there was nothing else I could do, but cry until I had no more left to give.

Roman didn't move.

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