We are lonely lost souls

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Skipping ahead in time again...to February...because plot convince

Also Quinn and Virgil ship name = Quirgil

TRIGGER WARNINGS : suicide

Virgil POV
I stared down at the water rushing a good hundred feet below me. Opal Gorge. By far one of the most deadly places in this town.

A few tears slid down my cheeks and fell down into the water. My stomach was burning. Wether from running here while panicking and crying or because of all the pills I downed.

Why did Roman do it? I thought he cared about me. I thought he actually loved me.

Why was he kissing Jackson?!

My breathing hitched again and I wobbled. My balance momentarily leaving me. One hand tightened on the railing but my other hand let go.

I want to fall. I want to die. I can't take it anymore. Nothing ever goes right for me. I can't keep going on.

This is my breaking point. I can't take it. Make it stop. Make these thoughts stop. Please. I can't.

My hand that wasn't holding on dug into my hair. My sobbing increased. Slowly, I started leaning forwards. 

Faintly I heard someone screaming for me.  It sounded vaguely like Roman.  That just made me angrily.  Made me want to do this more.

I pulled my legs up to my chest and then I forced myself to stand up.  I heard the voice screaming at me again. 

My shaking increased as I looked down at the raging waters below.  Then vertigo took over and I started leaning forwards.

I reached out to grab onto something but there was nothing.  I leaned forward too far and lost my balance completely.

The voice screamed again and I felt something briefly brush my hand.  But by then I was already plummeting down towards the raging, icy water. 

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I looked down at the brace on my leg. The doctor, whose name I didn't bother to remember, continued to tighten the gears.

The strange dream, nightmare maybe, that I had last night won't leave me alone.  I can't seem to stop thinking about it for some reason.  I feels so real too. Like memories I'm just living again in my dreams.

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