~the day before Thomas found out~

Prince was scared to say the least. He hasn't been out of his room in six or so days. He had given good thought to what Anxiety had said, and he immediately wished he hadn't. As he hadn't a clue of what Anxiety was capable of. Due to fear, Roman has barely eaten, or slept since separating himself from the others.
He Doubted anyone even noticed he was gone. 'This was all his fault. He's doing this on purpose.' Roman thought.
'He wants to tear me apart. And I'm letting him.' He realized, but couldn't bring himself to leave his comforting bed.
'I'm so weak, I'm not brave!' He mentally yelled at himself. 'There's one word to describe me and that's pathetic!' He thought, before falling asleep. Anxiety felt bad for Roman. He had noticed Roman wasn't around, and knew it had to be because of him. He didn't know his threat would be taken this far. He wanted to apologise to Roman, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. 'Pathetic!' He thought, before falling asleep.