Ruin (analogical - past logince & princxiety)
The calendar read February 8th, five days before Valentine's, and how much more ironic could it get?
"Logan! It didn't mean anything! I was drunk and he looks exactly the same as you!"
"You weren't drunk. You did mean something by it. Virgil looks nothing like me."
"Logan! For fucks sakes, listen to me please!"
"No, Roman. You wanted Virgil. If I am no longer of use, cut me loose and go where the grass is greener for you. You can consider yourself single unless you are already dating Virgil."
"I'm not! Look at me Logan!"
"Why should I search for happiness in the same place I lost it?" Logan asked as he zipped up the suitcase. Roman dropped, obviously defeated. Logan pushed past him and stormed out of the apartment.
Roman fell onto the sofa. It really didn't mean nothing. He was infatuated with Logan but Virgil had caught his eye and he couldn't help himself. Suddenly, the cause of his breakup was stood in the doorway, fury in his eyes.
"Didn't mean a thing? You were drunk? Are me and Logan not people anymore? Are we fucking objects, toys for you to break and put back together as and when you feel like it? Are we just here to entertain you?"
"Virgil, I didn't mean it like that, I wanted-"
"You wanted. You always want. It's all about what you want! It's always about you, Roman! Logan never wanted to move as fast as you did and you basically forced him to kiss you, hug you, be with you! He never fucking wanted to feel so unloved! I never wanted to be used like this!"
"Virgil, that's not what I meant"
"Well it sure as hell seems like it. Have fun sleeping around, Roman. Maybe that will satisfy you." Virgil turned to leave. Roman stared blankly. Virgil looked back once more before he left, just like Logan had. Roman chuckled, tears in his eyes and no energy to feel anything left.
"Logan, are you alright?"
"Oh... salutations Virgil. I guess I have felt better in the past..."
"I'm sorry Logan. He was just- he told me you had broken up with him so I believed him... he's a good actor."
"That's the only thing he does to make others feel happy."
"Can't argue with that." Virgil placed a hand on Logan's. Logan looked up, smiling bravely. Virgil smiled that comforting smile that broke any walls down. Logan broke down, bursting into tears as Virgil wrapped an arm around him to comfort him. Logan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Virgil felt his own tears spill over his cheeks.
"Oh God... I loved him for five years. You just looked so happy I couldn't take him from you. When he said you left, I was so uplifted and I took the opportunity. When you burst in I put the pieces together and I wanted to kill Roman and myself. He's such a fucking ass."
"I was so confused when he kissed me for the first time, it was so scary. I didn't resist so he just did it again and again. I got used to it but I never wanted it. When I walked in, I knew it wasn't your fault. You respect people way too much to hurt them like that. I just wanted to curl up and not exist anymore. It just- why does it hurt so much?"
"He was your first boyfriend. You gave him your undying trust because you didn't know that you shouldn't have. Because you trusted him so much and he seemed so loyal, it was such a shock."
"Heh... I don't know what I saw in him..."
"Neither do I..."
A few months later...
"Virgil?"
"Yeah?"
"W-would you go... on a date... with me?"
"Logan... "
"Sorry, it's probably too soon"
"No, I'd love to. I was just so surprised that... you like me"
"Of course I do."
***
"I do..." Logan whispered. The silver band with a one blue and one purple crystal in the centre was pushed onto his finger. The two kissed, trying their hardest to secure the date in their head: April 12th.
At the after party, twenty minutes after midnight, a gunshot was heard. Only half an hour later, a body was brought out. Logan asked who it was. The officer told him that he could see and identify the person. It was Roman.
Logan and Virgil celebrated their anniversary every year and, the day after, they hold each other close and try their hardest not to think of the two days that they know correlated to Roman's suicide.
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8th of February and 12th of April.
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