I've never been embarrassed of Kitalia before, or the escape I've built into my existence, the one place I can go to be so much more than myself. I feel horrible about her suddenly, like this elaborate creation I've made is just a stupid kid's game, one that I need to shun, to be ashamed of. This is the real world. She's just... what? A way for me to occupy myself while the world goes on without me.
Well, the world knows now. And I don't know if I can live with that.
I clear my throat, turning off my phone completely, stuffing it in my bag before rolling over on my side and hugging myself. The thin hospital pillow smells of disinfectant, the loud ambiance washing away into silence as I retreat, wishing for the dark again.
Just to swallow me up, please, and never let me out.