The Prince's Dark Side

Open up {Chapter 4}

Just to note, panic attacks are mentioned and described as best I can. I've never had one so please dont think to much of the discription.

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~~Roman~~

It'd been about a week since me and Anxiety had that movie marathon. We had lots of good laughs and might I say he had a magnificent smile.

During the time he looked after me, he often checked if I was okay, get me anything I needed, and (my favoutite of all) watch Disney movies with me.

All the while I'd sometimes fall asleep in his bed. He'd make room for me and he never seemed mad or irritated like I thought he'd be. I feel as though my emotions towards him have grown.

"I'm very fond of him." I cover my mouth looking around the room to see if anyone was there and over heard me. I was most definitely not supposed to say that aloud.

"Who ya talking about there, Princey?" Virgil's familiar voice came from behind me. I saw him stood, leaning against the door frame, smirking.

"Oh um..." I didnt have a clue what to say, Virge and I had been getting along well, yes, however I need to keep up my appearance. "Patton, was who I meant."

The look on his face was suprised, but I saw a shimmer of disappointment in his dark brown eyes. What could that mean? "Why's that?" He asked, almost emotionless.

"He's quirky, however he's sweet, suprisingly smart and helpful." That is genuinely what I thought of Patton. I only thought to say him instead of Logan, because Patton was looking after me today. Everyone knows I hate to be alone when ill.

"Yeah, I guess." He says as he walks to the far side of the bed and sitting next to me, on the light blue, dog emoji covered, duvet.

I fell backwards lying across the bed, staring up at the fairy lights across the ceiling. Virge joined me.

"You feeling any better then?" I smiled.

"I'm almost feeling like my fabulous self again!" It was true, kind of. I still had a massive headache, and a bad cough but I was better.

"Good." He was expressionless, as though he was in deep thought.

"Hey, emo nightmare?" I heard a slight chuckle at the name as he replied.

"Yeah, sir-sing-o-lot?" I laughed remembering that moment in one of Thomas' videos.

{flashback}~

"They already ruled me out, sir-sing-o-lot."

"Ha! I like that nickname and I'm going to use it now."

{flashback over}~

My heart filled with warmth from the memory. "Is everything okay for you? I-In like... life, I mean?"

He seemed slightly startled. "Yes." The response was bitter and plain. Without saying another word, he got up and left, almost barging into Patton on the way.

Morality was surprised, but he continued to calmly warm over with my soup, on a tray. "Is everything alright with Anxiety, kiddo?"

"I believe so." That was untrue.

"It looked to me as though he was about to cry. I must be my father senses going haywire with all the caring I'm doing for you and Thomas since he's sick now." He shook the worried look on his face and passed me the soup.

"Thank you Patton." Was all I could think to say. I truly didnt know if Anxiety was okay.

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