This is not a fairytale-Sandersides

Chapter 5

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"But- but you're his Anxiety. So you are responsible for- well... this." He looked around and I suddenly noticed how the posters and paint on the walls looked as if they had been soaked in water and some seemed to peel off.

"You really don't understand, do you?
Thomas isn't as romantic or creative as you, now is he?"

Roman shook his head, the look of confusion still carved onto his face.

"He also isn't as smart as Logan or as joyful as Patton, right?"

He nodded, who would've thought he could be so stupid.

"It only makes sense that he also wouldn't experience attacks as badly as I do, now wouldn't it?"

His face was a blank expression and his mouth made a small o form as the words I had just said started raining down on him.

"Yes, for your information if I have an attack it gets pretty bad. Never has been this bad before though." The last bit I said in a hushed voice, more to myself as to prince charming who's face had decided to turn into one of incredible guilt. 

"I-I didn't kno-" 

"Spare me your fucking empathy. If you have been an asshole the whole time you have to follow through with it."

He looked at me strangely. I couldn't make out the expression. It was almost as if he was showing some sort of affection, maybe even tolerance towards me. 

But that would be too good to be true, wouldn't it?

I got onto my feet, avoiding his glare of sickening sweet empathy because I wouldn't let him have the joy of making me feel guilty. I started to walk away as someone with incredibly warm hands wrapped their fingers tightly around my wrist, making me wince at the contact with my always freezing form. 

"What?" My voice was cold as stone and cut through the silence like a hot knife cut through butter.

I looked down at my feet, still avoiding eye contact because I was afraid to look into those hazel-brown eyes and see guilt. Guilt from years of not knowing I was breaking apart piece by piece. Guilt from not caring and making it worse with every insult, every miss pleasing look when I arrived once more, ready to destroy their perfect little world of wonders. I wasn't ready to see prince of all people care about me. Because if he did, I had to admit that I have cared about him for as long as I can remember.

My head was lifted by a soft, warm hand holding my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

An ocean of Hazel and caramel and Stardust and everything I've been trying to avoid was slowly pulling me towards itself and making me forget all of the things I was supposed to say.
A storm of emotions wrecked my body and for the first time in forever, I was able to identify them as positive, a feeling I had not felt in many months. 

"Anx- sorry, Virgil. I truly am sorry and I will do anything to make this right."

I shrugged, trying to ignore his eyes with all my might.

The fact that I had become taller than him wasn't helping either. 

You see our hight is determinded by how big of an influence we are to Thomas' personality.
That is why prince has seven different kinds of heeled boots with all different heights so he can pretend to be the tallest.

That is also why I have been the shortest one of the group for several years now. Learning that now after one attack I had grown a noticeable amount was worrying, to say the least.

My thoughts were interrupted by Roman speaking up again before shoving me out of his room to go change.

"I will never again mistreat you like I've done before Virgil I promise."

Surprisingly enough this story is not a fairytale, not a joyful story where the prince can just pop up and everything would work out as if they were in one of those sappy romantic movies.

So naturally. He didn't.