A/N: Ah, just a little short chapter here... enjoy? Idk... It's pretty crappy (May edit later)
Patton didn't want to live anymore. Everything in his life was ruined. Everything! And all because of the lies that had been told for so long. All because the trust he had for one person... was gone, just like that. Was his love worth anything? Was he worth anything?
Tears trickled down Patton's already blotchy cheeks, staining them with a trail of salty water. Why did Virgil have to lie to him? Why did Virgil have to play with him like some toy he found? Was that all he was to him? Had Virgil just been using him all of this time?
A flinch rushed through the Moral trait as soon as there was a small thud on his door. "Patton?" It was Logan, voice a little softer than usual. Wiping quickly at his eyes, adjusting his glasses, and running a hand through his dishevelled hair, Patton plastered on his happy face... Fake smile, everything is fine.
"Y-yeah, Lo?" Patton sighed out, cursing his voice for giving him away like it always did when he had been crying.
"I heard shouting earlier... I just wanted to make sure you're alright." There was a small silence before Logan added, "May I come in?"
Patton didn't say anything. His lips clamped closed to try and suppress the whimpers trying to escape his burning throat. "I-I'm fine... just go, Logan." It was nothing but a whisper, forced out unwillingly. "Pl-please."
Virgil lay huddled against the corner of his cell of a room. It wasn't his bedroom anymore... it was darker, damper, and duller than it had ever been. A silent shudder left him, limps tangled in chains that restricted his movements more than they did before. Deceit had made sure he wouldn't leave.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered to himself, eyes trailing up to see the last light go out in the light sides house... Patton's light.
Virgil had been foolish.
Virgil had been selfish.
But most of all - Virgil wasn't Virgil.