A week has passed.

{Roman's pov}

A week. A week since I've seen Virgil. That's far too long of a period of time for me to be away from him. Surely he feels the same way about it..

Well, if he feels that way then he'd have come over or at least go to school lately. . . . .

It's up to him.. if he wants to.....

Oh God I really miss him. He probably feels repulsed to see me. He probably doesn't want to come over thanks to Remus.
I glance to his bedroom door as I make my way down the hall and down the stairs.

I hadn't any idea he felt that way about me.

I remember back when we were kids, we got into a fight again and when mother asked what started it, he practically hissed at me.

"He loves being the center of attention, he can't live without being favored by the world! He craves it!"

"That's not true!"

That's probably the closest I got to getting a hint.

He needs help, in the head. All that hate being hidden in the dark all his life, twisting into something sick and icky.
Luckily our fathers a psychiatrist as good as he is a therapist.

...

I can't help but feel guilt.

Do I really make people think I'm some arrogant self-centered kid that feeds off constant attention?

What if Virgil sees me that way..

I lay on the couch, sighing and trying to distract myself from this mess of recent events with... A random magazine on the table.

Yoink.

Turning the pages, I find nothing interesting to focus on.

Should I go to Virgil's house??

No, he's in complete control here. He said he'd go to school and see me when he's ready. . .

......why can't I stop thinking...about him..... Or even in general?!

I'll have to venture alone in my thoughts.

...venture.......

That's it! Whenever I'm in a rut such as this I usually venture to the park! Well, moreso when I was a child. . . But maybe a nature walk is more appropriate now.

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{Virgils pov}

Patton's sitting on the swing beside me. I look down to the melting ice cream in my hand.

He'd taken me to get ice cream. He hasn't done this since before dad left us. Pat figured we needed a little father-son bonding to help us "overcome" what happened lately.

Can you imagine?

An accidental suicide attempt.

Isn't that just hilarious. Is that what I'll have to tell my therapist?

"It's nice out." I look over to dad, who's eyeing the sunset with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Yeah.." I guess it is. Sometimes I get too caught up in life that I don't appreciate all it has to offer. Even the little things. Like the sunset. Or the park that's so close to my house.

Or even some time with Dad.

I continue eating my ice cream, so it doesn't leak on my clothes and make everything sticky.

It's so simple. Who knew it'd offer so much emotion relief? To just stop and realize how small you are.  People are so small in this world....

....oh God we're all going to die one day....

"Virge?"

I look over to dad, snapping me from my existential crisis, who points to my lap.

I look down, and there's melted ice cream staining my jeans.

Great.

Dad hands me napkins he always seems to have pocketed. I hand him my ice cream and scrub away as much as I can from my lap.

My movements slower and stop, mind wondering to ...him..

I miss him.

"Virgil?!"

I look up and realize it's...him!

"Roman?!"

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