Triggers.. death, guilt, amnesia

Virgil held the letter tightly as he sat with his back against his bed. He had read the letter so many times that he had it memorized, and frankly that wasn't a good thing. He hadn't had contact with the others for months, only leaving the room late at night or when everyone was out to go get food and even then he barely grabbed any. He wiped his eyes angrily, annoyed that he had started crying again then shakily got up. His clothes hung unnaturally from his body as he shakily stumbled to the door, quickly snatching a few items from his desk in the process.

He opened the door just enough to slip out then shuffled down the hall, his legs almost giving out when he started going down the stairs. He reached the bottom, almost tripping off of the last step, his body trembling from how much energy it took to get there. Virgil huffed and shuffled to the kitchen and set a piece of paper down, the letter still tightly clutched in his hand. He staggered to the front door and quietly left the house, shivering when the cold night air hit him.

He started walking, knowing his destination almost as well as he knew the letter.Virgil reached the cemetery and entered, his feet practically dragging behind him as he walked, his heart hurting the closer he got till he paused at a grave. It was hidden deep in the cemetery under a tree and far from all of the other graves. Virgil let out a choked sob and fell to his knees, his hold on the letter tightening more as he mumbled incoherent apologies, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. His vision blurred as his fingers brushed over the name carved into the grave stone.

Logan Wyze

Virgil's hand shakily moved away from it and he mumbled some more apologies, setting down the letter, a small charm bag, and took off his hoodie and set it there. He used the grave to help himself stand up then backed up a few steps before leaving. He was going to fix this.. it was his fault Logan had died and now he was going to fix it.

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Everything was dark and icy cold, he couldn't move, why couldn't he move?! He had yet to give up trying to move but then it started getting warmer.. the darkest started lightening and stopped trying to suffocate him.. They silence slowly faded into a constant beeping, it was slow and steady. He tried to move again and managed to twitch his fingers then slowly opened his eyes. He was in a hospital room.. and there was a man in the chair next to his bed holding his hand, a man that he didn't know.

Logan slowly tried to pull his hand away only for the man to tighten his hold, he didn't know what to do so he went to press the button to call for the doctor when the door opened and the twins along with Egypt entered the room, freezing when they saw his eyes were open. Roman quickly scrambled back out of the room to find someone while Egypt and Remus continued staring between Logan and the man Logan didn't know.

The man shifted and mumbled quietly, quickly drawing Logan's attention. He turned his head to the side allowing Logan to see the deep bags under his eyes and after a moment longer his eyes opened. Logan's eyes widened when he saw the fact that the man had heterochromatic eyes, one being a deep purple, which was rare by itself, and the other being a vibrant green.Virgil was still mostly asleep.

Remus walked over to the other side of Logan's bed with Egypt close after. "How are you, Lo?" Egypt asked hesitantly, looking between Logan and Virgil hesitantly. Logan blinked a few times. "I am satisfactory, but who is the one holding my hand?" Egypt's breath hitched and Remus' eyes widened. "He said this would happen.. Logan.. what day do you last remember?" Remus asked urgently.

Logan thought for a moment before muttering, "Last I remember it was August 16th, 2184, why?" Remus stuttered and stumbled back, his back slamming into the wall before he slid down it. "Lo," Egypt said, quickly drawing his attention. "It's September 30th, 2190.."

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