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"Why should you be held to a different standard than any other side?" This is it. Too late to turn back now.
"Because I used to be one of them," Casting a single look in Thomas's direction, I sink out. I can't handle the shock and disappointment present on his face. I land in the common room where Patton is yelling at Remus for killing his 'son' and boyfriend. With a dry laugh, I turn down the hall where the light sides have our rooms. This is probably the last time I will walk this way, Thomas most likely hates me now.
I flinch as a hand rests on my shoulder, Roman looking down at me, "That took some courage out there, Virgil."
I scoff, "Not that it matters. Now that Thomas knows I kept this a secret, he'll send me back to the dark sides for sure. I'm just as bad as Deceit."
His arms wrap around me, carrying me to his room. He lays me on the bed, taking the spot beside me.
"That is nonsense, my chemically imbalanced romance," I relax as he presses a soft kiss to my temple, "You are nothing like that fiendish snake."
I know he's right, but I can't stop the voices in my head from convincing me otherwise. But what do you expect, I'm literally the embodiment of anxiety. I sigh as my head nestles into the crook of his neck. We lie there in silence, Romans heartbeat lulling me to sleep.
Maybe sleep isn't the right word for it, as I toss and turn the entire time. Eventually my nightmares are brought to an end, my eyes opening to see my wonderful boyfriend resting beside me. Looking at the time, I see that the night has flown by, and it's now early morning. After cuddling with Roman last night, I start to think that maybe Thomas won't mind me hiding something from him.
I shake Roman in an attempt to wake him. Unsurprisingly, he turns away from me, placing a pillow over his head to block out my voice.
"C'mon babe, wake up," I swing my legs out of the bed. He reluctantly turns to face me.
"I'm cold now," he whines pathetically. I just laugh at him as I grab a new Panic at the Disco shirt and black ripped jeans out of my drawer in his dresser. My dark stuff seems out of place in his room that seems to glow because it's so white. I head to the bathroom so I can change while he gets up.
"Virge," Roman sounds so somber compared to a minute ago, that I stop dead in my tracks, "what's happening to you?"
I follow his eyes down to the floor where my legs seem to be transparent. I try to take a step, but I have no control over my body. I watch as the rest of my body fades, powerless to stop it. I am faintly aware of the clothes hitting the floor when my hands disappear.
Suddenly the weight of the situation hits me, flooding my mind with fear, "I don't wanna go, Ro. Don't let me go."
My pleading seems to break Roman out his shock, and he lunges forward. But his hand goes right through me, causing him to slam into the door. As the last of my body fades into nothing, I hear Roman calling after me.
"Virge, don't leave me," his cries are the last thing I hear until the darkness envelops me. I float in nothingness for what appears to be forever, my mind jumping to the worst possible conclusions. However, none of them are as bad as the truth.
"Hello Paranoia," I shudder at the voice, recognizing it as the one that has haunted me my entire existence, "how awful to see you. "