Someone once told Virgil that falling in love was like taking a walk. New things to discover, following wherever your heart wanted to lead you, whether it be to peer down memory lane or dive off a steep cliff into unknown waters. Love would be an amazing adventure.
Virgil wants to punch the fucking liar in the face.
Because so far, he's ran, tripped, stumbled, fell, picked himself back up before slipping up again. He doesn't know where he's going or why he's trying so hard to get there. But one thing he does know is that every path has thorns, lots of thorns. They've scratched and nicked him, sliced him to the point where he can't bear to trust the road anymore.
But then he stops, takes a deep breath and decides to try one last time. Blinking he finds his path suddenly lined with beautiful bright flowers in different shades of reds, blues, yellows, and even greens.
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Sanders Sides One Shots
Random(Accepting Prompts) -Platonic/ Romantic Relationships -Warnings will be at the start of the stories. (If necessary) [Please be kind if you see any grammatical error/s. English is my second language] ~~~---~~~ Characters/ Ships: Roman, Logan, Patton...
