it hurt when I stumbled across her. she was like broken glass all along the floor. but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me. I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain. she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it. and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her. I wanted to pick up her pieces. I wanted to put her back together. and so I tried. I really did. I got a little cut along the way. the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care. I wanted to see her happy. every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever. she was getting better. eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away. but she didn’t take me with her. and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her. wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine. I should probably get the fuck up.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD
This actually fucking hurt to read.
THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ
Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.
what if France was the one into dark magic and spells omg…
It feels to me like I could write a fanfiction about this wherein England and America are in a relationship, and France uses dark magic to remove England from the picture. Hey, OP, is it okay if I write a fanfiction about it?
Oh gosh!!! I’m so sorry, this is such a late reply, but i’m just now seeing this!
Of course, of course! Write whatever you would like! I would LOVE to see anything involving Dark Magic!France!!!
I feel like he’s so charming, that he doesn’t even need magic, but that doesn’t mean he can’t use it for fun, or if he has any certain annoyances in the way!