"Why the f*ck does everybody leave? Why the hell do I mess up their lives? Why do they hate me? Why am I so delusional? They never left and they love me but still I ruin everyone's chance at a happy ever after. I can't even reach out because of anxiety, anxiety that they'll reject me. So do I stip f*cking trying or do I try harder?" Roman screamed, bundled up in his room.

"Hey, Princey... are you okay?" Virgil asked, tentatively.

"No I'm f*cking not, so go away."

"No, I want to help you." Virgil tried again.

"Well I don't f*cking need help."

"Yes, you do." He said.

"You're right, I do. Come on in and see the mess."

"Hey, I don't mind a little mess." Virgil said as he went to hug Roman.

Roman cried as Virgil comforted him, a helping hand all he needed to get the strength to try.