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“I hate him!” I screamed into my room, falling on my bed, sobbing.
“I hate him! I hate him!” I sobbed. Janus had just revealed his name, and I did some light teasing and he compared me to Remus. Remus! Out of all the people he could’ve compared me to, he compared me to Remus.
I stayed in my room for a few weeks, crying whenever I was awake, hardly taking care of myself. I slowly left my room, in my pyjamas. It was late at night, as I didn’t want to be caught by someone, as I looked like a hot mess. I planned on stocking up on food and water.
I got down to the kitchen, yawning softly. I turned the light on, wanting to be able to see.
“The fuck?” Someone else grumbled.
“Janus?!” I yelled, taking a few steps back.
“Oh, hello Rom- you look like a mess.”
“I’m aware,” I snarled, glaring at him.
“I have… something for you. I planned on giving it to you a few hours after the video, but you never came out of your room. You didn’t answer me,” Deceit explained.
“And why would I accept anything from you?”
“Because I regret what I say… It… was partially for show. And it was an extreme reaction. I… am insecure about my name, and when I felt ready to reveal it, you made fun of it, and it hurt me,” he explained.
“You… opened up? But… why? All of that flirting was manipulation.”
“That… was the initial plan, but… it became real flirting. Roman. I love you,” Janus explained, offering me a rose.
“I… Before you compared me to my brother, I… loved you, but now I’m not sure. You hurt me.”
“And I regret hurting you, Roman. You do not have to commit to anything now, but at least let me take care of you. You still look like a mess.” I sighed, nodding slowly, taking the rose, and holding it close to me.
“Okay,” I sighed, “You can… take care of me.”
“Thank you. I love you, My Prince.”