Open When You Feel Worthless

Virgil wasn't feeling it today. He was exhausted, depressed, anxious, and feeling like he couldn't do anything useful.

He walked sluggishly to his room. He opened the door, walked inside, closed the door, and immediately collapsed to the floor.

He crawled over to the satchel and opened it. He flipped through them and found one.

"Open when you're feeling worthless, huh?" Virgil said quietly. "Okay then."

He opened it.

'Dear Virgil,

You can trust me when I say that you aren't worthless. You are amazing and, to be honest, also my muse. You can say how bad you are, but I won't listen to you. Because I know you. Your snarky and dark humor, your look, your personality, everything about you! It isn't put to bad use. It's instead put to good use. And that good use is you.

~Roman'

Virgil smiled softly. "That idiot does know how to make me blush..." He muttered. A few tears came to his eyes. He calmly wiped them away and got up. He sat down on his bed and laid back into it. "That cute idiot..."