Cursing :) um, non-magic cursing. Oooo maybe I should add that in. Nah, I'm just doing this.

Also, death. Just... not exactly a happy ending.

I smile down at the beautiful boy in my arms.

Ever since the day I met him, I've loved him.

He's always been the only one for me.

He smiles up at me, and my heartbeat accelerates in my ears.

"Roman, are you getting all lovey at me again?"

I smile down at him, ignoring the slight blush on my face.

"Always, my dear."

He grinned and snuggled closer. "Just keep all your mush in your head, please."

"Never, my dear. I love you."

Virgil looked at me, shocked. We'd never said it before, but it was so true.

The way he smiled at me like no one else mattered, the way sunlight fell on his hair, the kindness in his heart, the shy beauty of him. I loved it all.

"I-I love you too."

He said it!

I thought I knew it before, but it didn't feel like this.

This felt like falling and flying at the same time. It felt like pure joy.

I just wanted to hold him and never let go.

I'll never let go.

I held him even closer, and he giggled.

God, that giggle.

How is it possible to fall in love anew every day?

And maybe I'm a prince, but he's royalty to me.

He snuggled in, impossibly closer, and I wrapped myself around him.

His light brown hair was getting in my face, but damn, was it worth it.

I inhaled, letting his coconut scent flood me. It was a drug on good days and addiction on bad ones.

He twisted, and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his head into my chest.

He let out the cutest little sigh, and I had to hold back a huge smile.

Suddenly, there was knocking on my door.

He looked up, alarmed.

"Shhh, Virgil it's fine. They'll go away in a minute."

"Prince Roman, it's your job. You have to talk to them."

I groaned. I hate it, but he's right.

He disentangled himself from me, and the loss of heat was shocking.

It was so cold without him, and I just wanted him back in my arms.

I reached out for him groggily, and he just lightly pushed me to my feet.

"Your highness, you must look presentable."

"Why so formal, Sir Virgil?"

"I am merely doing my job, your ego-ness."

I groaned, fully standing up. The person outside needs to die. That was cuddle time, and they fucking interrupted it.

I walk over to the door, attempting to steel my face into an impassive mask.

After all, they couldn't have known I was cuddling. Me and Virgil aren't allowed.

I open the door, trying not to show emotion at the familiar face.

"Honey, the King wishes to speak to you!" She grinned up at me, attempting to push her cleavage out even more like she wasn't wearing a corset or anything.

"Of course. I suppose you're my escort."

Melissa grinned, batting her eyelashes. "Anything for my future husband!"

I frowned at her. "Just because you're attempting to court me doesn't mean that we're getting married."

She giggled, a high and squeaky sound that made my brain hurt, a strict difference to Virgil's beautiful sounds.

She gave me a look but didn't say anything, just laced her arm through mine.

I sent Virgil a helpless look, while he just smirked.

He followed at his usual distance while she dragged me along. His armor shone, and I had to snap out of my daze, considering I was staring.

Melissa was talking, meaningless chat about "my dress is gorgeous, don't you agree? The weather is so nice, and did you hear about the latest scandal? It was sooooo terrible!"

She was way to chipper, and it's driving me up the wall.

God, I hope I don't have to marry her.

We finally reach the chamber, and I attempt to escape her grasp, but she only tightens it, and pulls me forward.

We enter the chamber, and my father grins down from his throne. "Prince Roman! And the beautiful Princess Melissa! What a pleasure."

I swear if he called my cuddle session to an end just for an idle chat...

 My father looked at his advisor.

I then noticed that Melissa's family was here, all grinning at me, almost hungrily.

"King Solversten, would you like to tell him?"

Melissa's father smiled at me. "We have finalized it! You and Melissa are getting married!"

The world spun.

No!

I couldn't marry Melissa!

I loved Virgil!

I hated Melissa, and I wasn't even straight!

My father promised I would have a say in the matter, and now he's... he's selling me to them!

He lied to me, and he expects me to go along with this?!

"Father, what is the meaning of this?" I asked, attempting to keep my voice steady.

Melissa was clinging to my arm, beaming.

"Son, you're getting married! You should be celebrating! Your marriage will bring lots of fortune to the kingdom, and support us for many years!"

"But..." I trailed off. Now was not the time, and he looked like he would dismember me if I uttered the words "I'm gay!" in front of my fiance(?)

Ew, that word.

I would love it if it was about Virgil, but Melissa...

I glance over at Virgil and see a few tears falling from his eyes.

All I want to do is run over and wipe those tears. Just hold him and tell him that it'll be ok.

Just tell him I love him.

But I can't.

I have never resented being a prince more than this moment.

It will be my duty to marry Melissa.

I will talk to my father, even sell my soul if I could, but I know what he'll say.

And I know what I'll do.

For as much as I love Virgil, it is my duty to my kingdom. It is necessary, and I have to do it.

I'm sorry Virgil.

He stares at his feet, and I realize that this may be the last time I can truly see him.

Once I am (gag) married to (big gag) Melissa, they will surely take me to her kingdom, and I will... never see Virgil again.

A tear slips down my face, and I wipe it away. They have to think I'm excited. We need to not alienate our partners.

But oh, how I want to scream.

I'd do almost anything to be a commoner right now.

At least they can choose who they love.

At least they don't have to marry Melissa.

It hurts, imagining being stuck with her boring personality, far away from any love.

I expect she'll want children as well.

Ew!

Maybe I can convince her I'm sterile or something, because no way...

Absolutely no way.

And Virgil.

I hold back a sob, imagining living without his gorgeous eyes, the way he smiles, every bit of him.

I'd never see him again.

But it's for the one thing I have sworn to put above me, at all costs.

My kingdom. And I won't let myself get in the way of that.

(time skip. I'm hungry, and drinking expired Coca Cola. I don't know why it expired, but it did. It's not bad or anything. i hope.)

I hate this.

I bring my hands to my face and let them fall.

What's even the point anymore?

Melissa won't back off of me, I haven't seen Virgil in over a year, and he's certainly moved on, and my kingdom isn't even where I live.

But god, I miss Virgil.

I've been married to Melissa for about two years, and I haven't seen Virgil at all.

She gets more shallow and annoying by the day, and I just want him back.

I miss holding him close to me, I miss kissing him, I miss talking to him, I miss his sense of humor, I miss his smile, and oh god, I just really miss him.

Tears start filling my eyes. I wish it had worked out.

I've done everything for him.

I've survived this long in the hell that is my life, holding out on the chance I might see him again.

True love is rare.

And when you find it, it doesn't always work out.

But I'm heading home.

Tomorrow, I'm going to schedule a visit home.

And I'll see the only person I've ever loved once more.

And I'll see his beautiful hair, his beautiful smile, and his beautiful personality.

And maybe I'll finally be happy.

(time skip) (I don't know why I'm using parenthesis) (but I am)

The chariot is getting closer.

Does he still work at the castle?

Did he finally get that horse he wanted?

Is he finally as happy as I want him to be?

I hope he missed me.

But I'm about to find out. The chariot pulls in, and I eagerly hop out of it.

I can't wait to see my family, even if my main focus is Virgil.

I run through the doors, and see my dad at his throne, a pose so ingrained in my head that I still shiver.

His beard is a little grayer, his smile is a little more worn, and he looks a little older.

But he's still a king, through and through.

He smiles at me, a rare occurrence, and for a minute, all of our past pains and arguments fade, and he'd just my dad.

I run forward and hug him, ignoring the bristling guards.

"Dad! I missed you so much!"

He grins at me and lets out a big laugh. Him laughing is a rare occurrence, so maybe he did miss me.

I stand up, smiling widely at him.

"So, how's life with Melissa?"

I sigh. "She's still... boring. She doesn't seem to know how to engage in a conversation, without talking someone's ear off."

"Ah, yes... she did seem the type." He frowns and looks almost regretful for setting me up with her. But the moment passes.

"How's the kingdom been?" 

He grins, spreading his arms. "Booming!"

I laugh. At least it worked out for those I care about... well, at least the ones I know of.

"Do you still have Virgil working? He was my best friend! I missed him so much!"

His smile falls, and my heart stops.

He pauses and takes a deep breath. Not a good sign.

Don't tell me...

"He... he's... he died."

My heart shatters in a million pieces. The only thing I can think of is "He's dead. Virgil's dead."

Tears flood my eyes, and I crumple to the ground.

I'll never see his smile again. Never hear his laugh. Never talk to him, or hear his jokes, or even touch him. He's... gone.

I'll never kiss him, never cuddle him, never even roll down a hill with him again.

He's dead.

(time skip) (because I'm crying, and I deserve the pain. Because I wrote this, and I did this to myself and others) (I'm a little b-tch)

I look at the view.

You can see the kingdom, see the hills, see the ocean.

You can see everything you'd want to.

I look at the flowers in my hands, white roses.

His favorite.

I turn my back on the view, and look at the grave.

Here lies Virgil Sanders

Loving brother, son, and knight.He achieved many things, such as guard of the prince, master blacksmith, and he was truly loved."Death leaves a heartache nothing can heal,But love leaves a memory that no one can steal."

I was the one who put that down.

I was the one who had him buried here.

For all those who loved him, none loved like me.

For I loved him with all that I was, all that I am.

And though he died, many years ago, I will never leave him.

A lot of me died with him, and as I look at my withered hands, I realize that the only thing I've ever done with my heart was love him.

And he is gone.

It isn't any easier, and never will be.

"A million words would not bring you back,

I know because I tried.

Neither would a million tears,

I know because I cried."

The question I never had to ask is "If you love someone with all that you are, what happens when they are gone?"

I've never had to ask this, because I know the answer.

If you love someone with all that you are, and they die, you die too.

I have drifted, every moment since I heard he died.

I never truly lived, not when the best part of me is dead.

He was my sun and my moon, and now that he is gone, so am I.

This wasn't a fairytale.

Those don't end in tears.

This was a nightmare,

ending up in fears.

Happy endings don't just happen.

Mine sure didn't.

I wish I could say that life is fair, life is good, but it isn't.

Bad things happen.

And one did.

Disclaimer: none of the poetry here in quotes was mine.