*Roman*
*Angst*
*Trigger Warning: self-harm
*I Lied from Nicky N*

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Roman strummed the guitar. He was in the theater alone. He had told the others he was going to go on a quest in the imagination but that had been a lie to keep them from being suspicious. As soon as he had been out of their eyesight, he went to the theater for some peace. 

The tune was familiar to him, as he had played this particular song a lot when he was alone, but now he had the courage to sing it as well.

"Hey, you doing? Well I'm doing just fine, I lied, I'm dying inside!" Roman sung quietly. Tears were already filling up his eyes as he strummed the chords. "Each day I get out of bed, put one foot in each shoe, I'm losing my head...I'm losing my mind, I'm not sure what to do with you."

/Roman got dressed for the day, putting the most realistic looking smile on that he can muster, then slowly made his way down the stairs. He didn't even bother to announce his arrival.|

"Smile and wave at all the blurry faces in the crowd, same shit, different day, the worlds open wide-- so why do I feel stuck in a crawl space?" Roman continued, not noticing that Virgil and Deceit had found their way to the theater; Virgil because he heard the music and went to investigate, Deceit because he had left his guitar in there by accident. "Hey! How you doin? Well I'm doin just fine! I lied, I'm dying inside."

/He waved at the other four, giving them his most convincing smile possible. Patton asked how he felt and he told the worried father figure he was fine, just tired. Deceit knew it was a lie but didn't want to upset the prince by pointing it out.|

"Hey? How you doin? Well you're cold as ice! I can see you freezing from the inside out!" The tears were flowing down the Prince's cheeks now. Virgil gave Deceit a concerned look and Deceit returned it with a concerned look of his own. They hid so Roman wouldn't see them. "What's the point of writing music when no one wants to hear you sing? And what's the point in writing music when no ones even listening?"

/"Hey Logan, I wrote a new song and I wanted your opinion on it!" Roman approached the logical trait. Logan rolled his eyes in annoyance. 
"I do not have time for your silly songs Roman. I am trying to help Thomas, unlike you." Logan replied. Roman tried his best to let it show how much that hurt. He nodded silently and walked away as the tears started filling his eyes. He ran to his room and slammed the door, locking it as the sobs escaped him. That had been his last piece of confidence...|

"Hey? How you doin? Well I'm doing just fine, I lied, I'm dying inside." Roman's voice was shaky now. His eyes trailed to his wrist that was at the neck of the guitar, a white bandage poking out from underneath his sleeve. "Hey? How you doing? Well I'm doing alright, just lost all the passion that shined in my eyes... How do you keep chasing your dreams when there's no dreams left to chase?" 

/The once bright brown eyes were now a muddy brown as the light died out. Roman grabbed the razor and made a couple cuts, the numbing temporarily made the mental pain fade. He cleaned up his mess and stayed in his room. They were right. He was annoying and never helped Thomas..|

"Hey? How you doin? Well I'm doin just fine, I lied, I'm dead inside." Roman finished. He looked up to see the five sides standing there with tears in their eyes-even Logan was crying a bit. Roman panicked and tried to sink out but Deceit and Virgil grabbed him before he could.