Angst lmao. Sorry, I'm sad.

Everywhere he went, everything he did, there was something to remind him. Something to bring back memories, memories that crushed him. Memories that broke his heart, and made him so anxious he felt like he might throw up.

Every time he was simply in the same room with him. With his Princey. Well, he used to be his, anyways. Not anymore, though.

He had been summoned-apparently they were getting worried. He hadn't left his room in a while, so that was probably why. Roman was there, of course he was. Virgil barely managed to keep his composure, spouting his usual sarcastic remarks, and disappearing once the others assumed he was fine. He didn't honestly want to worry any of them, but he couldn't face Roman. Or any of them.

The minute he got back to his room he couldn't keep himself from panicking any longer. He seemed to forget how to breathe, negative thoughts were clouding his mind and that was all that he could focus on. Memories, he hated the memories. Even the happy ones were too painful to reflect on now.

He remembered one day, similar to now Virgil was having an anxiety attack. Roman had helped him get through it, had told him to breathe, and had sat with him the entire time. He kept saying how proud of Virgil he was, that he was doing good. This didn't help him now-it actually made it ten times worse. He had no one now. He had no one.

What if Roman had never even really loved him? What if it was all some cruel, twisted joke? What if he went through all of it, disgusted at having to spend time with him, all just to see how broken he became?

If Roman's plan had been to break him it had certainly worked. He was completely broken, his heart had shattered and now there was nothing left of it.

He didn't feel like he could trust anyone.

Anybody that was nice to him, anyone at all, he thought the worst.

They're just going to use you.

They are only trying to break you. Keep your distance.

They don't want to be your friend. They don't want you. They don't care about you.

No one will ever love you like that.

These thoughts, and the memories of Roman, they completely broke his trust. He wasn't sure who was genuine anymore and who wasn't. Maybe Roman had loved him, at some point in time.

But now no one did.

Yeah so. Seeing as this oneshot pretty accurately describes all of my feelings at the moment I don't think I have anything else to say here.

Take care of yourselves-I promise, even though I'm sad I am taking care of myself too. I'm trying to stay positive, sorta, and I just want you all to know I love you all and I'm aware that my thoughts sometimes lie to me and I do have people who care.

Thanks for reading. *showers you in ring pops as an apology for this* Bye-Bob