Third P.O.V.

   Roman felt his heartbeat become several times faster, pounding in his ears. Every part of him was telling him to make him stay, to not let him go again.

   He wasn't making the same mistake. Not this time.

   Virgil weakened his grip, letting Roman go. They both stood up, Roman still in shock, as they looked at eachother for a split second. Virgil turned around, preparing to make a run for it. 

   This time, Roman wasn't letting him go. He grabbed Virgil's wrist, making the other turn his head around in surprise. As soon as that milisecond of surprise passed, Virgil tried to snatch his hand away, but he wasn't as strong without the mask on. 

   "Please. Don't make this harder than it already is. Let me go." he whispered, the words barely leaving his mouth. 

   Roman pulled him forward in a hug, holding him like his life depended on it.

   "No. Not again."

   Virgil didn't struggle, but he didn't hug back. He just seemed to be frozen on spot. Roman pulled away, cupping Virgil's face with one hand, the other settling on his waist. The emo looked up at him incredulously, eyes wide, lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out.

   With a flash, Roman turned back into his civilian form. He smiled as he felt Virgil relax slightly, but it soon fell when he saw his state. Virgil had eye bags, that didn't seem to be concealed by the  makeup he was wearing, his cheekbones seemed more prominent, as if he had gradually been losing weight. Roman looked at him, worried.

   "Virgil?" he asked, his voice hushed. "What happened?"

   The emo didn't answer, but instead went back to get the hug he had been released from. He wrapped his arms around Roman's middle, burying his head in his chest. It took him by surprise, but the prince like man reciprocated, tangling his fingers in the others hair, the other hand caressing the back of his neck comfortingly. Virgil shivered at the action, holding the other tighter, as Roman kissed the top of his head. 

   "I missed you."

   Roman stopped suddenly at those words, his hand freezing in mid action, as he felt the knot in his throat return. Virgil pulled back, looking up at Roman, in confusion.

   "Don't cry. Please don't cry. I didn't mean to-"

   Virgil was interrupted by a pair of lips pressing against his own. He felt like his legs were going to give up completely. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Roman's neck, pulling him closer, as the other's hands settled on Virgil's hips pressing their bodies together. Their lips moved in unison, letting go of all the feelings they had been storing for the past few months : longing, sadness, anger, helplessness. 

   Virgil felt his back hit the wall and a hand move up and down his back when he arched it. He moved one hand so it was sitting on Roman's chest, the other on the back of his neck, pulling him forward. They separated, because a thing called air happened to help them exist. Roman opened his eyes, only to be met with Virgil's dazed ones. 

   "I missed you too. So much." he whispered back, leaning forward so their foreheads were touching. 

   They stayed in that position for sometime, before Virgil complained about it not being comfortable to be pressed against a wall. They were now both on the ground, Roman leaning against the wall, with Virgil in his lap, hands intertwined, Virgil's head in the crook of Roman's neck, leaning against him.

   "I still love you, Stormcloud."

   Virgil couldn't help but smile, a wave of happiness rushing over him.

   "I love you too, Princey."