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 Lately, (Name) had been looking sad, and not herself lately. So I invited her over for tea, to see what was wrong. Because seeing her so sad looking, simply breaks my heart... _______________________ Me and her both sat across from each other, quietly sipping the tea I made earlier. She hadn't spoke a word ever since she got here. I even felt afraid to talk to her, not knowing what to say, or how to say it. "(Name), have you been feeling alright lately?" She looked up and me and put her cup down. "I'm just having problems. Problems with my family and friends. I lost my job too..." (Name) said with a sigh. I gave her a sympathetic loo

“Arthur...?” you said as you opened the door to his room with a slow and loud creak. You could hear loud thunder noises “A-Arthur” you said, the light from the lightning flashed light through the window. He could see your watering eyes. “What is it,love?” he asked in his usual North London accent, which always seemed to calm your nerves. The thunder crackled and on cue you whimpered, “Love, are you scared of the thunder?” Arthur asked half asleep; sitting on his queen sized bed. “No..it not that.” You said staring in to the dark room, the moonlight that shone through the windo

"Let's just call it a day," Ludwig announced, calming everyone down. "We're not getting anywhere and all we seem to be doing is argue so, let's come back tomorrow and actually get somewhere." Everyone in the room nodded, you included. You had gone to every meeting so far this week and there had been so many of them, it made you sick. It was Thursday and you have been going to meetings all this week, and all of last. It wasn't fun, especially since you really did nothing. You had to be there though, for you didn't want to be yelled and scolded at. "YES," Alfred jumped up, everyone's eyes landing on him. You giggled softly, rolling your (e/c)

You snuggled deeper into your overcoat as you headed toward the university. The crisp autumn atmosphere rolled all across England, meaning your evenings were now filled with hot chocolate and hearth fire. And Arthur, of course, who you were on your way to see now. Arthur really was the perfect boyfriend, a true gentleman straight out of a 19th century romance novel complete with perfect manners and the ability to dance. Before you started to date, he actually called your father and asked his permission to "court" you. His chivalry wasn't forced or investing, it was simply in Arthur's nature: He was never rude to you, he was always consider

"I don't know if he loves me, Elizaveta" you frowned as you buried your face into your best friend's couch cushion. "What do you mean? The other day you were saying stuff like 'I know he loves me' and 'He has too'" she sighed as she placed a hot chocolate down in front of you. "Yeah but today saw him chatting a tart up..." you scowled at the memory. "Really? Arthur?" She asked as she looked at you sceptically. "Well... he was doing it with his eyes..." you reasoned as you sipped your hot chocolate. "With his eyes?" she asked laughing a little. "C'mon, ______, you know Arthur loves you... he's just waiting for the right time to pounce an