[depression's pov]

"Bye Love, I'll see you later" I call out to my boyfriend before he leaves for work.

"I love you, just remember it will all be okay and eat something, please" He called back, giving me a sweet smile which had a twinge of pain. He walked out and locked the door, leaving me feeling like a stay at home parent. Maybe I should listen to him, a little breakfast couldn't hurt. I put on my usual attire and walk to the kitchen.

"Mornin' dee" Virgil greeted me from his spot at the table.

"Hey there kiddo, joining us for breakfast?" Patton asked, plating something. I nod and awkwardly take my highly neglected designated spot at the table. He smiles and give us all our breakfasts, which is normally portioned bacon and a croissant. (a/n fuck you pancakes, they're eating croissants)

"Nice to see you're joining us depression, it'll be healthy for you if you join us more often" Logan said.

"I'll think about that" I said in response. Yeah, I'm not doing this again. Ever. Something about that exchange of words made Virgil wince. 

I look down at the food in front of me. Guess I gotta eat some of it, which I do. I eat one of the three strips of bacon and about four bites of the croissant. That's good, right? Patton looked at me, he smiled sadly and his eyes were a mix of pride and sorry. Well, that wasn't helpful. I should just leave. I pushed my plate away, thanked Patton for the meal, and left to my room.

-a while later-

Well, that was a waste of a perfectly good meal. (a/n if you get what that's referencing, i love you) Guess my body isn't ready for eating again, which is fine by me. I should go visit someone instead of moping around. Roman sounds like a good option, I haven't talked to him yet. I exited my room and walked over to Roma's grand, prince type, room. 

"Hey Roman, can I come in?" I asked him after knocking on his door. 

"Sure, it's unlocked" He responded. Well, it wouldn't matter to me. "Wait fuck, actually don't come in" He changed his mind, why?

"To late Roman" I announced. Roman responded with a few more curses, his voice was coming from the bathroom. Being the annoying brat I am, I walked in.

"Dee, what the fuck? Have you ever heard of privacy?" Roman whisper yelled at me.

"No, I'm afraid I have not" I responded annoyingly. Walking in further, I notice what he's doing. Sad really, that all my fellow side are like this.

"Don't say anything, it's bad I know" He said, sounding so defeated.

"I wasn't planning on saying anything, you know that's not my job" I told him. He, in return, gave me a sad smile. Not a smile that looked sad, just a sad smile.

"You probably want to ask why, right?" He predicted.

"That I do Roman, would like to answer that question?" I asked him.

"I'm not confident as people think, that's all acting. I fail at being Thomas' ego. I have so many insecurities, they constant plague my thoughts. The real me will never be enough. But I keep us this act, so I don't have to deal with it" He explains.

"I know how that feels" I told him. I'm trying to comfort him, but that's really not my job.

"Really?" He asked. Is this man an idiot? (a/n idk why but I read that sentence in a british accent)

"I'm the literal embodiment of depression. Also, you should wrap that up" I said, point at his leg.

"Oh um I don't how to do that" He said nervously. 

"Don't you get hurt from fighting dragonwitches all the time?" I asked him.

"Yes, but Logan always takes care of it" He explained.

"And he doesn't question your scars from this ?"

"No, he just assumes it's from other battles" He told me.

"Hmm, I'll wrap it up for you" I said, "but eventually you should learn how to take care of your problems yourself"

"Thanks, I know" He said.

"That doesn't mean you have to take of everything by yourself, okay?" I told him. He looked a little taken aback first.

"Okay" He said. I finish wrapping up his self inflicted wounds.

"I would like to stay, but I have a boyfriend to get back to" I said, getting up to leave. He nods and I walked to my room.

Princey is right though. Honestly, it's easier to keep up a facade than deal with the reality of your problems.

It's like twelve twenty am and no one told me to go to sleep, so you get this chapter. Sorry if it sucks and feel free to point out any mistakes. Well anyways, thanks for reading. Comment, vote, whatever.

-SoftxRacoon