EnglandxReader HurtingEnglandxReader Hurting1 year ago in General Fiction
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You picked up the match box, your hands trembling. Pulling out a match you stared down at the box at your feet.
It was filled to the brim with pictures. Pictures of you laughing, smiling with a man you no longer loved.
You flicked the match against the box, staring for a moment at the flame that appeared. Nudging the box further into the fireplace, you flicked the match in.
The pictures slowly burned, the gray smoke looking as heavy as your heart felt. Well, how it used to feel, now you were numb to emotion.
You lit another match, running the tips of your fingers through the flame.
"Love! I'm home!"
You flicked that match into the fireplace. His voice used to make your spirits lift, have you running for the door.
"Love?" He peeked his head into the living room and grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry I was late again. My job, you know how it is."
You nodded, not bothering to get up. He sat next to you, loosening his tie.