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A/N:This was the original ending before I decided I want a happy ending. This starts right after the last flashback.
I should've told her I love her. I should've told her right then and there. And now, what if I can't? What if I'll never get to tell those beautiful (e/c) eyes that I love them. That I love her hair, her smile, her nose, ears, laugh, every little thing. And her appearance is just a bonus of all the wonderful things about her. What if I can't tell her that?
I was about to break into tears when a nurse came up to me. I eagerly stood up waiting for her to say something.
"She didn't make it." Her eyes showed sympathy.
What? Did she just say......
No
No this can't be
Not after everything.
No!
NO!
NO!
Why her? It's not her time! She can't be dead, she can't be!
"S-she's g-g-g-gone?"
She nodded and motioned me to follow her. I entered a room and I saw her.
Still.
Pale.
Dead.
"B-bella?" My voice was hoarse.
"BELLA!" I cried, I ran to her motionless body. I cupped her face, salty tears streaming down fast.
"No! No! It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" I hold her and I cry.
If it wasn't for me she wouldn't have been bullied. She would've been popular, had more friends, maybe a boyfriend who'd actually defend her. I could never defend her, I was too much of a coward. Even worse, I knew she was sad, I knew about her parents, her brother, everything. Yet, I never did anything. I'm sorry bella. Now it's my fault you're dead.
It's all my fault.
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Voicemail (England x Reader)
Ring...
Ring....
Ring.....
Ring......
"Hello this is (y/n) speaking...."
"I really miss you and I love you very much lov-"
"Haha! Got you~ This is the voicemail, I'm sorry I couldn't answer your call I promise to call back as soon as I can"
Arthur sighed sadly and hung up, he was used to that though, you get used to it if you hear it for three years straight.
He laid in bed with an arm over eyes, trying to contain the tears, he still hasn't gotten over it. He hated the way the space next to him was so cold and lonely, he missed the warmth that he felt when you were with him.
He would usually not cry, only on your birthday and the day
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Bad Memories. (England x Reader)
The alcoholic beverage was heard sloshing around as the mug was brought down to the wooden table. ‘It’s been another year.’ He thought to himself. ‘A year of pain, and suffering… nothing but ruthlessness and aggression with myself.’ He brought the mug to his chapped lips and drunk the rest down in one gulp. Today was the anniversary of the Revolutionary War. Or better known as the day Arthur was left to be alone— or at least that’s the way he sees it.
His emerald eyes studied the room in a blur. The pounding headache already arriving in his skull, he sighed and closed his eyes. The me
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Cheater!America X Reader: What Was It? {Drabble}
Cheater!America x Reader
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What Was It?
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My finger slipped.
I don't own Romano unfortunately.
Romano is sad because he used to own you and now you're dead.
Original story:fav.me/d8p7g16
Asta la pasta
I don't own Romano unfortunately.
Romano is sad because he used to own you and now you're dead.
Original story:fav.me/d8p7g16
Asta la pasta
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