Breathing | Prinxiety

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Anxiety curled up against the warmth of the body sleeping next to him, smiling gently. Every night of the past few weeks he had slept with Roman next to him. He struggled to get to sleep sometimes, but he found himself panicking a lot less when he couldn't sleep if there was someone else there.

In fact, he had been working a lot better with Roman recently, and it seemed to be helping Thomas greatly. The balance of inspiration and ideas from one, and enough stress to keep him motivated (but no more than that) from the other meant Thomas was more productive than ever.

Finally, it felt like he'd reached a point where he wasn't a disorder, a parasite, a villain. Somewhere, there was a small glimmer that maybe, just maybe, he might be wanted. And so he held on to that.

There were still bad nights, of course. Everything would become so much and he couldn't breathe and it felt like he was drowning and he tried so hard not to let it affect Thomas but of course it did. And he couldn't help but think that everybody would realise they'd made a mistake and they'd all go back to hating him because all he was good for was fuckibg everything up. But their kindness towards him never stopped. They knew if something was wrong. Morality would be there with his motivational speeches and hugs, Thomas would convince him that not everything was his fault, and he couldn't take responsibility for everything that ever goes wrong. Even Logic would provide some support.

And Roman. He would always be there. That was what he always said. Whenever he was having a bad night Roman would be there before he knew it next to him, holding his hands to prevent any more of the crescent moons on his skin where his fingernails had been. He would comfort him and pepper his face in light kisses until he could breathe once more, and then they would go back to sleep.

Not everything was perfect. But that was ok, because nothing is ever perfect. He would be ok.

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A/N
Somehow this is the last chapter? Like I hadn't planned it to be but half way through writing I was like 'holy shit this is the end' idk what happened but it felt like an ending. I just want to say that this has been my favourite thing that I've ever written on Wattpad, it's been a great source of venting and your comments have really boosted my confidence in my writing and some of you have just said some really positive things and I just aghh. You're all great thank you so much for making this such a positive thing (as angsty as it is)

See you in my next piece hopefully! It'll probably also be Prinxiety, but I'm a bit stuck for storyline ideas rn so if you've got any ideas comment them or dm me on instagram @ftm.evan.art :))

Edit: I'm now starting a prinxiety one shot book :))