Fragments

300 23 8
                                    


Woo- writing during schooltime-

Post-POF, and also pre-Insecurity! Roman/ Insecurity! Roman

TW: uhm- idk

The prince rose into his room, shaking. They chose the snake. He glanced in the mirror and saw not his brother or himself, but what he used to be.

He shivered and clutched his ears. He could hear the voices. The voices that he hated and the voices that hated him back. He clutched his head and screamed. 

The mirror shattered. The pieces flew through the air, scattering across the floor. The room dimmed to an off-setting dark. Tears flowed down his face. He knew it would come back to bite him, but never this extreme. Never this sudden. 

The voices that he'd abandoned whispered through his fingers and into his ears. They shifted to the voices of his friends, whispering how much they hated him.

He hugged his knees, crying. He knew he wasn't actually Roman like he said. He was Romulus and he was so so scared they'd know.

Just like the mirror, his ego was in fragments.

Just like the mirror, he didn't know if they'd fix him or put him in the bin.

Writing in class.


Roman Sanders One-shotsWhere stories live. Discover now