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Mind was sitting at his desk, aggressively tapping his pen on the hard wood. Think, Apollo. This one HAS to be good. This one has to convince him.
But in the end, he couldn't write something he hasn't written a million times before. He slowly set the pen down, rubbing his head.
Think, you worthless fuck... C'mon... You can do this, Apollo... You can do it...
He knew he couldn't. He stared at the one line on the page.
“Dear Soul, I ask of you, our host.”
It wasn't even good enough. Is that seriously the first line? Goddamn, Apollo... You've sold out...
His leg shook violently. He tried calming himself down, but it was no use. He groaned, stabbing the pen into the wood. Some of the ink somehow managed to squirt upwards, into his eye.
He screamed, throwing his book over and beginning to pace around his room. You're okay... Just breathe. You're perfectly fine. It's just a little ink. You're perfectly fucking fine...
Without even realizing, he walked back to his desk and began trying to flip it over. Somehow succeeding. Messing up his bedding, flipping the desk, tearing at the wallpaper, all while screaming. Or sobbing, he couldn't tell.
[YOU'RE FUCKING WORTHLESS! YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!]
His door slowly creaked open, but he couldn't tell. Heart looked at him, worried.
[I'M GONNA FUCKING END IT! I'M THROUGH! I CAN'T DO THIS! I CAN'T-]
(Mr. Mind...?)
He shot around. He looked around his room, noticing the little damage he had done.
(Are you okay...? Are you writing poems again...?)
Mind didn't know what to say. Usually he would be alone during his breakdowns, and he would clean after of course, and just say he had a really bad headache.
But it's bad now that Heart had witnessed one. What if he told Soul?
(Mind... Talk to me, c'mon... Is everything okay?)
[Leave. I'll be fine.]
Mind slowly sat on his mess of a bed. Heart followed. Strangely enough, Mind didn't say anything. He almost wanted him to stay. Almost.
(Talk to me... I'm here now...)
Mind leaned against Heart. This made him smile, knowing that Mind was actually accepting the comfort instead of pushing it away.
[I don't know how much longer I can do this, Artemis. I'm tired. I don't want to do this anymore.]
(I know... But I'm here now. We can talk and figure out a solution-)
[There is no solution.]
Mind buried his face in his hands. Heart sighed, gently rubbing his back. Until he felt his back moving. Was he laughing? He couldn't be crying. That's just not something Mind would do.
But sure enough, thats exactly what he was doing. Sobbing.
(Mr. Mind...?)
[I just don't want to do this anymore...]
This wasn't like Mind at all. Sure, Mind had showed emotion from time to time. Whether chuckling subtly at a joke from Emotion, or just smiling softly whenever Heart complimented him.
Saying that crying was an all new “low“ for Thought was an understatement. Mind told himself constantly that he would never cry, especially around his other thirds.
But he felt safe around Heart, and he needed to get it out.
Heart hugged Mind. He wasn't sure what else to do. Being the expert of emotion comes in handy, until it's the one who's been repressing them for the longest time that comes to you.
(Shhhh... It's okay...)
Mind's modulator crackled, light sobs falling out. Heart continued comforting him to the best of his abilities. I hope he doesn't hurt himself... I can't leave him alone, but he needs rest...
(How about you lay down... I'll tell Soul you have a headache, and I can fix up your room for you.)
[What if he finds my failed poems...]
(I'll hide them. I promise.)
Mind laid down, the blankets spread around him making him feel a strange form of comfort. He somewhat understood now why Heart loved his bed as a mess all the time, with the sprawled out stuffies and what not.
Heart sighed, rubbing Mind's forehead.
(You should really take a break every so often... It's not good to burn yourself out.)
[There's not time for breaks, Artemis.]
(Of course there is. Maybe we could work on your next poem together?)
That didn't sound like a bad idea at all. But at the moment, he was too exhausted to say so.
(Try and get some rest. Goodnight, Mr. Sun...)
Mind hugged Heart, showing gratitude for the comfort he received.
[Thank you. Goodnight, Mr. Moon.]
He slowly laid back down, taking off his modulator and setting it aside, turning over onto his side and closing his eyes.
Good... He's okay. Now I just need to get this cleaned.
He smiled, “looking” at the room. It didn't seem like it would be too bad. But he was also fucking blind.
Surely it wouldn't be too bad. And if he truly needed to, he could get Soul to help.