•No ships, just Virgil•
•Angst•
•Just me venting•

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Virgil did his best to make himself appear smaller. He wouldn't look the others in the eyes, afraid of the hatred and anger he would see. He did his best to block out the hateful words and the yelling but it wasn't enough.

He wasn't good enough. He never asked to be the outsider, the fourth wheel. He just wanted to be a part of the family.

But he wasn't. He knew that. He was reminded of it everyday with each little insult and each loud yell.

Virgil made his way to his room, tears in his eyes that he refused to shed. To him, crying in front of others showed just how broken you truly are.

He curled up in bed as he felt himself break. All his walls crumbled as he finally let out the pain he bottled.

A loud clap of thunder made him feel worse than he already did. He covered his wars, hoping to block out the noise. It didn't work. Then again, did it ever?

The words repeated in his head, reminding him of how fucking stupid he is. How much of a terrible person he is.

No wonder everyone hates him. He's a fucking mistake. They pity him!

He opened up to them and in return they make HIM the bad guy.

He knew what he was the minute he formed. He had kept the negative thoughts hidden for a long time.
But like every house of cards...

He caved in.