Roman (POV)

I watched as Patton walked away. He had just got married and I came to congratulate him when Remus called me out on my love for Virgil. Thankfully none of them knew that it was Virgil that had stolen my heart.

"It's alright Ro, I wish you brought this boy with you tonight Ro," Patton said, putting his hand on my shoulder, he found a bench for both of us to sit on. He sat and I followed in pursuit.

"You're very kind, but I'm afraid it's unlawful sir," I said looking down, remembering the poor situation.

"What do you mean?"Patton asked, sounding giddy and confused, probably from being drunk.

"He's married," I said quickly and quietly.

"I see," Patton said, clearly trying to come up with a work-around. I guess I should drop the statement of neutrality.

"He's married to a British officer." I proclaimed.

"Oh shoot." He said, looking up at me, with shook and pity practically written on his face.

"Congratulations again, Patton. Smile more. I'll see you on the other side of the war." I said, standing up of of the bench he sat us on.

"I will never understand you."Patton said "If you love this boy go get him. What are you waiting for?"

"I'll see you on the other of the war," I said again, looking at him with eyes that held longing in them. A longing for Virgil.

"I'll see you on the other side of the war," He repeated, walking away to his group of friends. The freedom fighters, as I liked to call them.

I turned the other direction and put my hands in my pockets, walking away from the cheers that could be heard. I sighed and then inhaled the chilly night air.

"Virgil writes me a letter every day," I say to no one but the crisp air and the stars.

The stars. I take a hand out of my pocket and looked at the skying, reaching for it. It holds so much for me. Virgil and me together, our future kid, a life where nothing is holding us back.

"I'm keeping up at home while his wife is away," I tell the stars as if they are the ones who decide my fate, my future.

"She's on the British side of Georgia, she's trying to keep the colonies in line." I smiled as a stated my case to the stars.

"Well she can keep all of Georgia, Virgil, he's mine." I closed my eyes, imaging such a perfect future. I looking down, opening my eyes to see the grass beneath my feet and my cold, shaking hands.

"Love doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints." I let the words roll off my tongue, looking back up at the stars. Every word, every thought. Coming out, sharing itself with the world.

"It takes and it takes and it takes and we keep loving anyway," I announced to the stars, the gods, the world, the world needed to know.

"We laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes," I couldn't help that thought from slipping, each time I open my mouth, it seemed the words got more and more real.

"And if there's a reason I'm by his side when so many have tried then I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to wait for it." I thought of all the past men and women Virgil told me about. He always sounded annoyed and anxious when talking about them. It always makes me feel like him and I are meant to be.

I remember the letter he sent me two days ago. He asked about my family. He is my only family.

'My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher.' I wrote, remembering him and the rest of my family.

"But there are things that homilies and hymns won't teach you," I said to the stars. Reading is a great tool, but somethings are better if seen in person.

'My mother was a genius, and my father commanded respect. When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect.' that was the last line I wrote before signing the note and sending it off.

"Death doesn't discriminate. Between the sinners and the saints, as takes and it takes and it takes." My mother and father were saints. The stars already know that though.

"And we keep living anyway." Virgil and I will live together We will keep living anyway.

"We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes," I've made so many mistakes, but Virgil and I will rise and we won't fall.

"And if there's a reason I'm still alive when everyone who has loved me has died, then I'm willing to wait for it," I say once again to the stars. One person who loves me hasn't died, Virgil. "I'm willing to wait for it," I whisper under my breath.

"Wait For It! Wait For It! Wait For It! Wait For It!" I hear being yelled at me for different angles. I run my hands through my hair as the voices echo.

"I Am The One Thing In Life I Can Control!" I yell back at the voices that are still circling me like hungry sharks after a seel.

"Wait For It! Wait For It! Wait For It! Wait For It!" I hear the voices ring out once more.

"I Am Inimitable! I Am An Original!" I shouted back. It felt like me in the voice were having a screaming contest neither one of us was backing down from.

"Wait For It! Wait For It! Wait For It! Wait For It!" The voices seemed to only know one line. Maybe I am winning this scream-off.

"I'm Not Falling Behind Or Running Late!" I wasn't behind on work, on Virgil, on anything or running late. I was waiting for it. It... what is it?

"Wait For It! Wait For It! Wait For It! Wait For It!" The voices knew what it was. Why can't they tell me? Why won't they tell me? Give me the answers I have been searching for.

"I'm not standing still or lying wait!"I yelled. Soon enough I heard my voice echo.along with another voice. A new voice. "Wait Wait Wait!"

"Logan faces an endless uphill climb," For once, the voices had a change of heart and decided to become normal echos. "Climb Climb Climb!"

"He has something to prove, he has nothing to lose!" I exclaimed, what does he have to lose? Perhaps his dignity. "Lose Lose Lose Lose!" The echo went back to four instead of three.

"Logan's pace is relentless he wastes no time!" I have never seen Logan take a break. Even when Patton had pleaded. "Time Time Time!" Back to three.

"What is it like in his shoes?" The forever coming question. What is it like in Logan's shoes? I couldn't tell you.

"Logan doesn't hesitate. He exhibits no restraints. He takes and he takes and he takes." Logan took so much. The right hand of the father, he helped take the country. Seabury was scared out of his wits when he men Logan. I frowned at the memory. I told Logan to let him be that day. He never listens to me.

"And he keeps winning anyway. He changes the game. He plays and he raises the stakes." Every day with him is like a game. A game in which each day there are new obstacles and the stakes raise.

"And if there's a reason he seems to thrive when so few survive, then goddamnit I'm willing to wait for it." Why out of all people does he have to thrive while so many die? My parents died, his parents died... why not him? How does he thrive while so many die? I suppose it has do do with his non-stop attitude. "I'm willing to wait for it..." I'm willing to wait for it.

"Life doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints! It takes and it takes and it takes!" I yelled at the stars again. It felt like the first time in years when it had only been a few minutes.

"And we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall and we break

and we make our mistakes." Rise, Fall, Break, Mistake. All so important in their own way. Why are they so important?

"And if there's a reason I'm still alive then I'm willing to-" I paused, listening to the sound of the wind blowing. Why was I yelling? What was the point? Who was I really yelling to? "Wait for it" It was a whisper. Above-average volume for a whisper, but still a whisper nonetheless.

Even if I whisper I could hear it trave threw the wind as I walked away.

"Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait for it... Wait..." The voice finally cut out as I reached Virgil's house. I knocked on the door and waited for his lover to open the door.

"Hello, Virgil," I said, waving with a smile.

"Roman! You will never believe what just happened!" He said to me, clear;y trying to masked excitement with worry.

"What is it my gloomy night sky?" I said, grabbing his shoulders to stop him from bouncing. Once my hand touched his shoulder though, I felt as if it belongs there.

"My wife got diagnosed with yellow fever! She's going to die!" He had a fake tear roll down his face. You could tell it was fake because he had a happy grin on otherwise.

"Oh No! How awful!" I said sarcastically while pouting."If only someone was here to take her place!"

Virgil laughed at me clearly implying how he should expect to get married to me in a year or so and be together forever, of course.

"Come into the house Ro," He grabbed my hand and lead me into the house