Tw: mention of murder, taking pills(not in a dangerous or self destructive way)

Virgil was drawing at home when his phone went off. He checked who it was.

Beautiful Sunshine💙: I will be really late coming home tonight

There was something off about the message, it didn't sound like how Patton would text.

Adorable Emo Baby🖤: Oh okay, what time will you be home?

Virgil waited for response.

It was five o'clock. Still nothing. Virgil tried again.

Adorable Emo Baby🖤: Are you there?

Six o'clock. Nothing. Virgil tried to call. The phone rang and rang. It went to voicemail.

"H-hey Pat, I don't know if you know but it's six. I'm getting worried, please texts or call me when you get this. Um yeah, I hope I see you soon."

Seven o'clock. He tried calling again. Patton's phone seemed to be dead or off as it went straight to voicemail.

"Pat please come home. I'm getting scared. Please, I need to at least know you're okay."

Eight o'clock. Virgil was having a panic attack.

"Where could he be?" Virgil sobbed, "Where is he? Patton, please!"

Nine o'clock. Virgil was slowly coming out of his panic attack. He shakily stood up and grabbed a sticky note.

Hey Pat, I was getting too worried and I din't want to have another panic attack so I went to sleep. Go ahead and wake me up when you read this.

Virgil placed the note by the bed. He tried to call Patton one last time. He didn't even bother leaving a voicemail. Virgil grabbed his sleeping pills, that he was surprised that he didn't have to use every night anymore, out of the medicine cabinet. Virgil took a pill with water then laid in bed. He shut his eyes a tried to relax. Patton will be here in the morning.

Virgil woke up with light streaming down on his face. He opened his eyes and his heart sank when he was alone. He curled in on himself and felt another panic attack coming on.

When that was over he wiped away some of his tears and head downstairs. His tiny spark of optimism told him that Patton would be down there. He wasn't. Virgil gave up on calling Patton. He just collapsed to the floor, wishing that Patton would come home and cuddle him. He used to be okay with being alone but now he couldn't handle it.

A knock pounded at his door. Virgil dragged his feet and opened it. There were two police officers. "We have been informed that this is the residence of Patton Sanders," the taller one spoke.

Virgil nodded, "Yeah that's right. Why are you here?"

"Yesterday, on May twenty-fourth, Patton Sanders was stabbed in the creek by his place of work. We're sorry sir, he's dead."

Virgil couldn't believe what he was hearing. He fell to the floor and began to sob. Patton. His Patton. Was killed. That's why he never came home. Virgil wasn't really paying attention to what the cops said next.

"As his boyfriend you are our first suspect. We're going to need to take you to the station for interrogation."

Boyfriend. Suspect. Interrogation. That's all Virgil heard. Before he knew it he was being taken to the police car. Bear whined after him but she was locked in the house. Virgil continued to cry in the car. He was taken into a room and asked questions. He never stopped crying.

They let him go as they had no evidence that he had anything to do with the murder and with his answers and behavior it was clear it wasn't him.