WARNING MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, but it isn't Virgil or Roman don't worry-

   Yes, this was originally a kiribaku oneshot, fiGHT ME

Third P.O.V.

  Virgil had grown accustomed to waking up next to Roman. Maybe it was the way their chests dipped in unison, or how Roman fitted perfectly in his arms. There was something so comforting about his presence, as if there was no way for anything bad to happen.

Which is probably why he freaked out when he didn't feel any head on his chest and his legs weren't tangled with someone else's.

"Ro?" he mumbled, stretching a bit but stopped suddenly.

Those few seconds of pure oblivion only made the dawn of the realization even harder. He rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door open. The moment he saw his love crouched on the floor, barely breathing (probably caused by the crying), he rushed to him, crouching in front of him. The moment Roman looked up at him, with his eyes full of tears and with a certain sadness and regret in them, he felt his heart break.

"Virgil! I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up." Roman said, wiping his tears, as he looked at his love. "I didn't want you to see me cry. It's not-"

"I fucking swear, if you finish that sentence with princely I will kill you" Even though this was supposed to be a threat, Virgil whispered it, pulling Roman forward, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other around his neck and shoulders.

"But I shouldn't. I, I can't. I have to be strong for everyone else! I can't-"

   Virgil pulled back, looking at Roman's face, cupping his face in his hands.. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy and the tear marks were clear on his cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb.

"Princey? Look at me."

He still kept his gaze on the floor, not wanting to meet his boyfriend's eyes.

"Ro...? Please?"

   Roman gulped and nodded, meeting Virgil's dark eyes, that were filled with concern and sadness.

"I don't fucking get why you're thinking like this. It's normal, you shouldn't hold yourself to different standards than anyone else. Do you want Logan or Janus to think like that? No!"

   Roman gave a ghost of a smile, leaning into Virgil's hand. It was one the many nonverbal signs they had made through the two years they had been together. This one meant : 'kiss me'.

And that's exactly what Virgil did. He pulled Roman's face forward, connecting their lips. With no hesitation, the prince threw his harms around Virgil's neck, bringing him as close as possible. They pulled back and Roman connected their foreheads.

"Thank you for staying with me last night."

   Virgil rolled his eyes playfully, scooping Roman up bridal style. The auburn haired boy yelped in surprise, instinctively wrapping his arms around his boyfriends neck, pressing his head on the crook of his shoulder and neck.

   "It seems the roles have been reversed!" he said, earning a smile from Roman

   Virgil placed them both back into bed, resuming their position : Roman's's head on his chest, hugging him, legs tangled.

   Virgil made small circles with his thumb on his back, a habit he had formed before an important discussion, plus, Roman found it calming. The emo breathed in and out before asking:

"What are your favorite memories with him?"

Roman sniffed, hugging Virgil tighter. There was a moment of silence.

"It's fine. I wont forc-"

"There was this one time when he joined me at the theater and Re-"

   Roman's voice cracked, unable to say the name. He started sobbing, burying his head as deep as he could. Virgil moved them so they were sitting up, Roman in his lap, facing him. The black haired boy wrapped an arm around his waist, another on the back of his head.

   "It's been a week! I should be able to-"

   Virgil cut him off, kissing him aggressively. Their lips moved in unison, both of them now tasting salty tears. They pulled back when they had no air, but immediately diving back into the soft haven of the other's lips. They pulled away the second time, breathing heavily, clinging onto each other as if their life depended on it.

   "Don't you fucking dare say that. Everyone handles grief in their own way. You just lost your brother.  You handled it so well. I'm so so proud of you." he whispered, his voice hoarse, now obvious he was trying to hold back his pain. He placed a kiss on his forehead, Roman replying with two kisses right below his eyes, kissing away the fresh tears.

   The boy whispered a : "Thank you", laying them back down. Roman combed his hand through his love's hair, as they stared at the ceiling.

   "Will it ever be the same?"

   Silence.

   "No."