Valentine entered his room while feeling a mild headache, subsequently heading to the toilet; then sat on it while rubbing his forehead, no thoughts came to mind, he simply remained silent until the stomachache left.
The train of thought in his head was one he desired to get rid of, 'What the hell am I thinking...?'
He held both collars in his hand and clenched them before standing up once again with a slightly clearer view.
Leaving the toilet, Valentine headed back to his room where the big window portrayed the dark night, his mind mumbling as he touched his collars yet again, not sleepy at all.
*KNOCK*
Someone knocked on the door, and it was obvious who the person was.
It took him several seconds in which he considered to just remaining silent, but in the end, he couldn't.
"Enter, mom."
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