There was just something in your brain that refused to allow you to peacefully let your stuff go. You just kept all that stuff shoved up in your room. Your fear of getting rid of items overweighed your view of what was right. Getting rid of something that appeared to hold memories to you was like tearing apart your own reality. Over time, items stacked up and created hills of filth in your room. Selina, however, never deterred from her mission to help you with your phobia. No matter how long it took. She couldn’t watch you get this bad.

Selina gently knocked on your room. The door let out a soft click as it was opened. She surveyed the room, her eyes darting from disarray to disarray. Her eyes lingered over the dusty collection of action figures from the 90s, a forgotten relic of a simpler time. She walked past boxes overflowing with trinkets, souvenirs, and mementos stacked around. She walked up to the bed to talk to you, scooting some items over with her foot as she made her way over to you as you were sat down on the bed.

“Now, you know I love you, right?” Selina began. She bit her lip, thinking of how to bring this up and just dropped the overly nice act. “But you need to do some decluttering in here.” Selina looked up and tried to view your expression. She sighed softly and sat down beside you. “We can sort them out together,” she reassured you, calmly. “Keep what's vital and donate or sell the rest. It won't be gone forever. It'll just find a new home.”