Virgil's POV

He's gone. He's fucking gone. And it's my fault.

I was sitting in my 'bedroom' and was just looking up. Doing nothing but sit there.

I can't believe that he is gone. To save me.

He pushed me out of the way to save me. Then he got hurt because of me.

I still remember his last words.

"I will always love you Virgil. No matter where I am. I love you. And I want you to be happy. Whether it's with those killers that you met, or anyone else. As long as you're happy."

Why am I such a fuck up?!

I can't even have friends without getting them killed. I'm such a bitch.

Why couldn't I have died??

He didn't deserve that.

Not on his birthday.

Not ever.

He loved me.

And I loved him.

But now he's gone.

And it's my fucking fault!

Of course it's your fault you mistake.

You just had to get him killed on his birthday.

Shut it!

No thanks.

Why did you let him die?

You should have been the one dead.

The one who's funeral is being planned.

Not his.

I know!
I fucking know!

Maybe you should do it.

I promised not to

To who?

Your ex is dead because of those killers.

Damian is dead because of you.

Ash probably hates you for trying to steal his friends

The killers are annoyed of you

So just do it.

Now.

Fine.

I slowly get off my mattress and make my way towards the bathroom. I look under the sink for a little run box. In it is several cigarettes, blades, and a lighter. I close it and make my way down stairs.

I slip on my boots and walk out the door, stuffing the box into my jacket pocket.

I slowly make my way towards the woods. These woods are a place that I used to go when I was panicked. Also when I attempted and failed at dying.

I can't even die without messing that up.

Not this time.

I walk down a little path towards a small creek. As I walk closer, I see someone sitting on a rock. I walk over towards them only to realize who it is.

"Ash?"

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