Chapter 29

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{England's POV}

It's dark. So very dark. The only light source I can see is a small blue orb in the distance, but when I walk towards it, it goes further away. I can't escape, I've tried. There are no walls, no doors. No nothing. I can hear whispers, at first they were quiet but now, well now they've gotten much louder. It's like someone is standing right behind me but when I turn around no ones there. It's my voice, my voice telling me about how I failed, I can't take it. I don't believe those words, I can't believe those words, not anymore. I just want to die, I hurt all over and I can't take it anymore, but I know he won't let that happen. Not yet. Oliver won't let me die until he's drained every spark of life and hope from my eyes. That won't happen though, because I know that America is trying, trying to get me out. I hear him sometimes, him and Scotland. He always tells me how much he loves me, how he can't live without me. And that gives me hope. Because someone cares. I remember Oliver telling me I was forgotten and everyone despised me. And there was a time I believed him. But America changed that. Actually, now I think about it, that blue light looks exactly like Alfred's eyes. That same, startling shade of blue. I might try to walk towards it again, I will. I'll try again. I owe it to Alfred, I hurt him, and I can't do that again. I know how hard it is to get over him, I did it once before. I don't want him to live with that pain. So, I'll walk towards the light, the light that looks so much like those beautiful sapphire eyes.

So this is okay? I think...

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