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VIRGIL
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Virgil van Dijk was currently sat on his bestfriend's couch, his head dug in the palms of his hands.
The one girl he truly cared about was upset with him.
He didn't understand what part about her he liked so much. Why did she manage to take up so much of his mental space with the little interactions they had?
He knew one this for sure, though. He has messed up, and bad. She had every right to be upset.
Disappearing for an entire month, with no warning or explanation, having ways to contact her, was incredibly messed up. Virgil knew if the same was done to him, him being upset would be an understatement.
The Dutch defender had appeared at his friend's doorstep without warning, immediately apologizing for the uncalled visit and gave him the flowers he had purchased earlier that day.
Trent had immediately asked what was going on, if everything was okay, if Virgil needed anything, the usual questions a friend would ask.
All Virgil could say in return was "She's upset", and after five minutes of sitting in silence, he finally explained what had gone down at the shop.
