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FlyShe woke up with the tubes in her arm and the lights in her eyes.
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And she knew right away that there wouldn't be any beeping, no any sound of any sort ever.
The doctor said this might happen. Might. "But you're on your way to recovery!" He exclaimed, although there was no smile or hopeful note in him. "You'll be just fine!" Why did doctors lie so much? Melanie thought. Angry. She was angry. Doctors were liars, horrible cheats, and they cheated everyone of their hope. Hope was the only feeling, the only stir of emotion in their dead, dead life, and doctors, with their fake words and their cowardice, would not give them that either.
The door opened. Melanie had been watching everything, paying close attention, close, close attention, so she'd be less vulnerable. The nurse came in with a tray (no doubt organic. Why organic? She was already dead, wasn't she? Why couldn't she eat junk food? Why couldn't she eat poison? It would hardly make a difference.). No... nurs
Of Love and War: PruHun"Well," Elizaveta Héderváry grunts, hauling the last of her belongings onto her packhorse, "I guess this is goodbye, Gil."
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Gilbert Beilschmidt shuffles his feet in the dirt beside her, refusing to make eye contact.
"Are you really going to marry that unawesome prick of an Austrian?" he asks.
She sighs. "Yes, Gil. We've gone over this many times. I must." She studies the face of her closest friend. He's still eyeing the floor intently, shoulders drooping, hand in pockets. He mutters something unintelligible.
When he fails to answer her in a coherent way, she hesitantly adds, "It
It's not like I want to, or anything."
His shoulders stiffen slightly, but he still doesn't look at her. He grunts in reply.
"Gil," Elizaveta says softly. "I
don't know when I'll ever see you again." She refrains from replacing the word 'when' with 'if.'
"Whatever, Liz," Gilbert mutters. The tip of his boot swirls around on the dirt floor, creating intricate patterns.
Elizaveta hoists her
BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 13
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A/n: Oh, in case you guys hadn’t picked this up before, “...” quotes mean speaking while ‘...’ mean thinking. Just clarifying that for you all.
Previously, your mother caught the BTT as they were about to leave your house, and quickly dismissed them. When they left, it wasn’t until they were halfway back home when they realized that you were that special little someone who they had made a bet to befriend all those years ago with your mother. So going back and reminding your mom, they were finally able to
kidnap you take you away from the place you had suffered at for so long.
You moaned tiredly as you felt yourself waking up from a long nights rest, shifting a bit in bed you thought, ‘Definitely my least favourite thing to do... I feel like I could lie here and stay asleep all day and I’d be totally fine with that.’ Needless to say, waking up was not something you enjoyed doing, rea