It shouldn't have been a difficult task. It was something he had done every day for years, and something everybody could do without thinking. It was so easy, yet his legs were barely cooperating. His pencil was still over on the other side of the room, and he needed to go get it. Yet when he stood, a feeling of strain overtook him. Forcing it down, he took a few steps forward, and almost reached it.

That was odd…

Virgil didn't remember the ground ever being that close…

It took a moment for Virgil to register what had happened. He pushed himself up using his hands, and started to move to stand up. Only, his legs didn't oblige, and just stayed lifeless. He could feel his heart hammering, and tears welled up inside. But he didn't want to give up. Not yet. He still had things to do. He still wanted to be with the others, even if just for one last day.

Tears streamed down his face and onto the floor as he whimpered to himself, trying everything to will his legs to move. It was useless. Virgil pounded his fist into the floor, and barely even noticed the pain.

Was this death? Not feeling the pain?

He pounded the floor again with his fists. Harder and harder until it hurt, sobbing and whimpering on the floor. Legs limp beside him, hands bleeding, and tears staining his world, he stayed there for a minute. Everything slowly caught up to him, and it was enough to make even the sanest man go crazy.

Oh god, Virgil thought, I'm going to die today.

His own thoughts became too much for anyone to handle and he let out one last sound that night. This, however, wasn't a sob, or a plea for his legs to work. It wasn't a call for his family, and it wasn't a beg for help. It was just a scream. Just one long anguished shriek that echoed through the walls, but he didn't stop. The sound kept coming out until he felt lightheaded and broke down wheezing and coughing, not even caring about the tears and blood. He didn't care who heard his scream, it just needed to be out in the world instead of down inside him.

Everything was being ripped away from Virgil, and he didn't even know how to react. He slowly fell onto his side, letting the cool tile floor of his room cool his dampened cheek. He felt another pained sob escape his lips before the crying became silent. Silver streaks mixed with crimson swirls dotted the floor, and he didn't even care.

Virgil wasn't there yet. It was unsettling to say the least, and Patton, Logan, and Roman were pacing outside. Their friend still hadn't shown up like he said he would. Logan kept saying it was most likely traffic, but even he knew that wasn't the case. Something was very wrong. Patton was torn, as he wanted to see Roman's play, but he also wanted to run to his dark strange son and see what had happened. But something inside him forced him to stay, saying it was going to be okay, and Virgil would come down the sidewalk any minute, apologizing for the hold up.

"Roman, what are you doing out here?" A man called from the doors to the building, "Get inside, we need to get you in costume!"

"I…" Roman turned to Logan and Patton, "You understand, I have to-"

"Go." Logan said quietly, and Roman gave a sad nod before trotting to the doors and slipping inside. Patton watched him go, and felt his own sadness threaten to overtake him. After a few more minutes, Logan turned to Patton.

"We need to get inside, or we will miss it." Logan stated calmly, "When he comes, he can find a seat."

Patton nodded sollemly before he followed Logan inside.

The play began, still no Virgil.

Half way through, still no Virgil.

Almost over, still no Virgil.

It was over, and still no Virgil.

Roman stepped backstage to remove his costume, and his heart was pounding. He tore off his prince costume, slipped his jeans and tshirt back on before sprinting out to Patton and Logan, who were already shifted into high gear. The three of them ran. They didn't need to say where they were going, because they didn't have to. They ran until their legs screamed for them to stop, and then they ran some more.

They burst through the hospital doors, and Patton shot up to the front desk to a very confused and alarmed receptionist.

"We need to see Virgil Sanders." Patton's words were tumbling over one another, "Please hurry."

"Okay sir, let me just…" The woman trailed off as she typed at her computer. She paused and looked back to Patton with widened eyes. She took a deep breath.

"What?" Roman practically barked at the woman, "What's wrong with him?!"

The woman sighed, "Virgil Sanders died around an hour ago."

The words seemed to drag on forever, taking everything good from the world and storing it somewhere unknown. Patton fell to his knees before sobbing intensely into his hands. Logan knelt down beside him and rubbed circles on his back, reassuring Patton and apologizing for nothing. Roman just stayed where he was. Frozen in shock. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't.

"He, uhm, he left this…" The woman said awkwardly before pulling an envelope out of a cabinet and handing it to the three, "I think it's a letter."

The three went home, and sat on the sofa together in complete silence. Nobody spoke a single word for over twenty minutes. Eventually, Patton pulled out the envelope. Written on it in very neat writing, was their names. He opened it carefully and pulled out a letter. The others leaned in slightly to read the document.

Dear Patton, Roman and Logan,

Sorry I'm writing a letter to you when I literaly just saw you five minutes ago. But I need to write this, or I'll never get to say anything to you guys again. Ive watched you for a long time from the stairs, and always wished I could be a part of your little family. When I was told I had a month to live, I decided to make the best of my last days. That's why I started hanging out with you guys. Yet, my health spiraled downwards faster than anybody thought, and here we are. Don't be sad about me being dead, though, alright? I wasn't really necessary in anything you three did. That's not self deprication, it's just the fact of the matter. So I kinda just passed through before I died, so I could at least do something worthwhile before my death. Guess I was worth something after all, huh?

Love,

Virgil Anxiety Sanders

The words stung worse than the tears streaming down everyones faces, and they let the tears come.

It had been a month. One whole month since Virgil died. It was time, and the three weren't sure if they were ready. Nobody else came, and they just stared at the pitiful grave. Logan stood a few feet away from the others, battling the tears that threatened to overflow once again. Roman just held his head down low as he stared at it. Patton was on his knees crying right infront of it, and that was the worst sight of all. Before anybody knew what to do, Patton yanked something out of his cardigan. A small packet of seeds. He slowly and carefully placed every single seed in a circle around the tombstone. He patted the dirt gently, and stared at the seeds. Logan took a step forward.

"Patton… what were those?" Logan asked cautiously, and Patton didn't look up.

"Violets." His voice was tiny and broken, "I made a fairy circle…"

"Patton…" Logan didn't have words to describe what he was feeling.

"Don't say it won't make it special because it does!" Patton suddenly yelled, now looking at Logan with tears streaming down his pale face, "A memory was made with him, so he was beautiful!" He seemed to shatter at his own words, and collapsed into Logan. Logan just hugged the man tightly, and Roman soon joined. They calmed down and stared at the pitiful grave. But it didn't really look all that pitiful now.

Soon they had to drive away, but they knew they would never forget the man who made up for years of neglect in one week. One week, were the last days of his life. The last days of his life were the happiest. They never looked for a new roommate, and instead left Virgil's now vacant bedroom unchanged. They didn't want to go inside the room. But they knew Virgil was still with them somehow.

"Virgil was kinda like a star, huh Lo?" Patton asked Logan one night when they were alone on the sofa together. "He burned fast and bright."

Logan sighed, "You know more about stars than I do, Patton."

Patton tilted his head, "How so?"

"You've got entire galaxies in your eyes, and I'm struggling to even find a star in mine…" Logan almost whispered, and Patton blinked in surprise before kissing the man.

Because of Virgil, Patton and Logan were happy. Because of Virgil, Roman continued persuing acting in his honor. He promised every show was for Virgil. Virgil had seen so little, but done so much.

Virgil had created memories, and for that, Virgil was beautiful.