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PrussiaxDepressed!Reader Part 4
PrussiaxDepressed!Reader Part 4 will you be there for me?
“What time is it?” I see the clock and see that it is only four in the morning. I sit up on my bed and bring my legs close to my chest. *sigh* “why can’t I get that situation out of my head? Seriously… It wasn’t a big deal…” I start to feel my face heat up and started mentally shake it off. I lean my head back on the bed board and replay the situation after the mental breakdown, hug and song.
We stayed there for a while… a long while and it seemed the sun was about to set. I feel asleep for a bit on his shoulder while he had his arm wrapped around me and sang another song to keep me calm. I don’t remember the name… b
PrussiaxDepressed!Reader Part 3
PrussiaxDepressed! Reader Part 3 Will You be There for Me?
((Ok so i will warn there is some profanity and some sensitive parts but it isn't bad to have to put some mature content. It is just very sad. I due encourage for you to listen to the songs so enjoy))
*Heavy Breathing* Why is it always like this… I can’t cry yet I still feel like I can even if tears don’t fall. Is there something wrong with me? My head right now isn’t clear and as much as I want it to be it isn’t. So much is on my mind… How my big brother died… how I can’t cry… how Gilbert seems to care about me… the way I am… Nothing right there could have stopped me and nothing can stop me right now from running to where I am most comfortable. It was this big oak tree I would sit under. Not many people liked it because it would drop a lot of leaves and it was also a bit isolated fr
PrussiaxDepressed!Reader Part 2
PrussiaxDepresssed! Reader Part 2
Will you be there for me?
((Ok so I’m really glad some people like it and here is Part 2 enjoy. I didn’t put so much profanity like last time))
“__________? Are you alright?” Gilbert asked while picking you up.
You didn’t know what to say. Why? Because this guy annoyed you; seriously he did with his cocky attitude and loud voice. He didn’t know when to shut up. Especially since he uses the word awesome every five seconds. *sigh* “I’m fine.”
“Great, because zhe awesome me helped you up und made sure,” he smiled with pride.
And there is his word and cocky attitude. I didn’t even thank him and just continued walking towards the school building.
”Hey!! Not even a zhank you for zhe awesome me, your awesome friend?” Gilbert asked while r
PrussiaxDepressed!Reader Part 1
PrussiaxDepressed! Reader Part 1 Will you be there for me??
((Well this is my first fanfic and well I would like the feed back. so please read and tell me if you enjoyed it or not. I hope you do. Oh yeah there might be some profanity so watch it. ))
----------Your point of view----------
“Shut up you stupid alarm!!” I yelled as my alarm went off with (Fav song). As much as I like that song I didn’t want to get up at six in the morning. *sigh* I decided to get up and take a quick shower. “Damn, how I hate mornings, I just hope this day goes by quickly.” I stayed under the shower head for quite a while thinking about the past couple a days and how it’s been a total drag. “Well fuck it” Once I got out of the shower and started to dry and comb my (h/l) (h/c) which decided it wasn’t going to cooperate with me today. Just my luck and to make i
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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