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Virgil couldn't breathe.

His heart was racing in his chest as he slammed his apartment door shut, clicking the dead bolt into place.

His head spun and he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't breathe.

His lungs were on fire.

Every inch of his skin was alive, tingling and warm.

Too warm.

Fire.

Everything was on fire.

He took off his jacket, throwing it across the room like it had offended him.

How did they find him?

Why did they try to trick him into finding out where he lived?

Why were they writing to him?

Why couldn't he breathe!?

He sank to his knees, his lungs spasming as they tried to grab onto air that wouldn't come.

His eyes squeezed shut and his hands balled into fists.

It burned hotter when he finally was able to breathe, fire coursing through every vein in his body.

And when he was able to open his eyes, his panic slowly ebbing away, anger replaced it, filling up all the holes in his facade that the panic left. He stood up suddenly, gritting his teeth against the way the room went dark and his head spun for a second, and made his way to the couch. Sinking into the cushions, he took a deep breath, relishing in the air that flooded into his lungs, even though it hurt.

Virgil stared down at his bare arm, tears blurring his vision. He swiped them away, annoyed that they had cropped up, and stared at the words on his arm, not registering them until he read over them a few times.

"Are you okay?" Blue ink.

"I'm sorry, V. I didn't mean to scare you." Red ink.

"Please come back." Black ink.

"V, please."

"I'm sorry."

His hand shook as he grabbed his spare pen from the spiral of his notebook, his purple gel pen being in his hoodie pocket all the way across the room.

He was insane.

This was crazy.

Wasn't it?

He scritched out his address on his arm before he had the chance to change his mind, and trudged his way across the room to grab his hoodie. He shrugged it back on, hiding his figure and hiding his arms.

They were tingling again.

They were writing.

He didn't care.

Only minutes later, there was a knock at his door, and his stomach pitched uncomfortably.

Fuck.

What was he thinking?

It was too late.

Well, he could always just not answer the door. They would go away eventually, and it would be like nothing had happened. Sure, he would have to be careful about going out in town, but it wasn't impossible.

No.

He had to face them.

Taking a deep breath, Virgil opened the door, and saw the three of them standing in the hallway. He paused before silently opening the door further for them to enter.