Copper-Wire

She's giving you that look again. That sadness and hint of pity that she tries to hide with a smile. You shift uncomfortably in your seat as she stares, and your gaze slips to the steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of you. It was going so well, too. Outings with your closest friend always eased the pain of being alone and made you forget the world as it was. All until the topic of the words on your arm came up. You're that deep in thought about all the times this has happened recently that you stop registering that there's words coming out of her mouth and she's speaking to you, but quickly catch yourself as her stare intensifies. She kn

She's giving you that look again. That sadness and hint of pity that she tries to hide with a smile. You shift uncomfortably in your seat as she stares, and your gaze slips to the steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of you. It was going so well, too. Outings with your closest friend always eased the pain of being alone and made you forget the world as it was. All until the topic of the words on your arm came up. You're that deep in thought about all the times this has happened recently that you stop registering that there's words coming out of her mouth and she's speaking to you, but quickly catch yourself as her stare intensifies. She kn

This is an Alternate Ending. Please visit the original oneshot so you can understand what's going on. Link is in the description. Days Without Human Contact: 175 You're lying in a cave. The ceiling isn't interesting but you're staring at it anyway, lost in thought. You're not angry anymore. Not sad, not happy. You're just...nothing. Have been for God knows how long. It's not any easier. It's not fair. It's not right. Why? Why did you have to lose him again? You're clutching at straws thinking about how it was even possible, but why does it matter? It doesn't. You can't cry anymore. You eat and drink, as often as you can, but you don't

"Now everyone go into a closet with your given partner, and you have as long as you want to fill with 'What would you do if?' questions! The first people to leave their closet will have a consequence to fill though!" America beamed, his cheeks red from being tipsy. You shuddered. What was with this thrown together and terribly boring sounding game? It was obvious the American and many others in the room were drunk. It was his birthday, but still. Why the hell did you even come to this party? You sighed, glancing over at your given partner; a very pissed off Romano, who was rosy-cheeked himself. That was why. When you had heard that the Ita

The crack of your hands against the table echoed through the bar, the scraping of your chair against the floor making the men surrounding you cringe. Cards scattered from the table to the ground, as if eager to get away from your fury. "Alright, you damn cretin, give me my prize money!" You yelled angrily. The man across the table from you showed no reaction to your outburst. He kicked his feet back, his hands behind his head, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He smirked, "What prize money? You haven't won anything, darlin', and the last time I checked, you had to win somethin' in order to gain a prize." He drawled, smoke curling u

The breeze that ruffled your (h/c) hair was warm, and you sighed up at the stars as you sat uncomfortably on the cold stone balcony. It had been a few hours since the Night Class had departed for their night schooling, leaving you wondering why once again. Why were you the only person in the Moon Dorms that was not a part of the Night Class? Why were you placed into dorms with people you hardly ever saw; when you were in class they were asleep, and vice versa? It was all confusing to you, but you just remained silent and went with it- it was the Chairman's request after all, who were you to question his choice? You were just the new girl.