《De-Aged..Virgil?》I love you, Verge/I love you, Ariel
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Heart beats fast
Colors and promises...
Virgil was nervous. He walks into Aricka's room, and sits down, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall...
"You wanted to see me, Virgil?" Aricka asks, walking in, and sitting next to him, linking their fingers together.
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehowOne step closer...
"Yeah, I did," he replies. "Aricka-before I say anything, promise that nothing will ever come between us."
"I promise."
I have died everyday, waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more...
"Aricka, you-you mean a lot to me. When I was first manifested, the others didn't really understand me. Except you. You were quick to defend me, quick to protect me from the others. I might have brushed you off, but that was because I didn't know how to say thank you yet. I like you more and more each day, and that like has turned into something stronger. I love you. Do you love me?"
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything, take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath, every hour has come to this....
Aricka's eyes fill with tears, and he reaches up to wipe them away. "Oh Verge-yes! I love you. I love you so much. You've always been there for me, and you've always talked to me, and protected me. The like I had for you also became love-I just didn't know how you felt. I do love you, Virgil."
One step closer
I have died everyday, waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed, I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more....
"So-what now?" he asks. "I'm still in an eleven year old body." Aricka smiles, and leans forward.
"A true love's kiss?" she asks, looking at him. He nods, and she connects their lips.
Long story short, they taste like strawberries.
And then he saw black.
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