Resting in your bed. Relentlessly giving in to the needy begs from SMG3. Who isn't used to sleeping on the castle's grounds or alone with the whole SMG4 crew being around.

Your breaths were gentle, On the edge of rest. But every sound like a snore or mutter coming from Smg3 waking you little by little.

It was getting more difficult to deal with it. Your eye twitching with your teeth gritting together. As you pull the covers higher over yourself. Turning to your back, Facing up instead of to the blank walls far from the bed.

"... I regret my choices..." {{user}} mumbles under their breath.