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Fight For Me -9- NxWhiteThe X-transciever sat on the table before me, open and displaying Cheren's face. He looked at me with a mixture of relief and disapproval and I certainly couldn't blame him.Fight For Me -9- NxWhite by ~crossmyheart1207
"Well?" He prodded.
"Well what?" I asked quietly, sipping at the drink I had.
I sat in a quiet corner of one of the many café's in the town, sipping on a drink and working through my thoughts. Nobody in here seemed to even take notice of me, let alone be bothered by my talking.
Cheren sighed in frustration. He always hated when he had to spell things out for me, "Is he with Team Plasma or not, White?"
"I…" I smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. "
Tear: Russia and Reader:Tear: Russia and Reader:Tear: Russia and Reader: by ~RhinoGhost
It was a rip in his heart, a delicate instrument, not to be broken and mended in one night unless careful and soft hands prodded with a gentle smile and soothing words of love, calming the heart beats that had run wild when the damage had been done and he turned dangerous and as delicate as your calming touches.
The frayed edges seemed more of a tear through the photos in the dark dusty hallway. They were times he tried not to forget, but failed as thin layers of dust covered the smiling faces and turned them into blurry memories that you replaced with newer ones, trying to make them happier each day.
It was har
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