Virgil's POV
Every time I'm sad, I go to my safety place. The storage closet. All my old stuff is there, stuff from when I was a mere happy child. I go to the closet and stay in the back because that's where my things are. Heck, I've come here so many times, I even made myself a kind of setup. A lantern, in case of a power outage; blankets and pillows, in case I fall asleep; and candy, in case I'm to lazy to get some and come back. This place is like my second room and I'm okay with that.
As I ravage through all the crappy drawings and self-made dolls, I find something I held dear for so long. Patch. Patch is a stuffed bunny that Roman gave to me on my 10th birthday. I hadn't named it at the time, but, when Deceit made fun of me and tore it up, Roman helped me stitch and patch her up. Hence, Patch.
Reminiscing through old memories, and some new ones, I found myself getting really tired. Seeing as our storage closet is huge, I didn't want to get out. I curled up under the blanket and rested my head on the pillow. Eventually, I fell asleep holding patch, clutching a picture of my Prince Charming in my hand.
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anxiety can't take it (sanders sides) UNDERGOING EDITING
FanfictionAnxiety is tired of everything basically.
