Willow sat in her room, watching the shifting shadows on the floor. A small smile crept across her lips. What a beautiful day to die.
There was a soft knock on the door before it opened. "Henry." She smiled at the sight of her brother.
He came and sat down on a small chair beside her bed. "Willow," He took her hand. "There's someone here to see you." His voice was soft.
Willow moved her attention back to the door. The young lady who had been visiting her on a weekly basis for the past year peered in. An albino man stood over her. "Gilbert." Recognition sparked in her voice. "I haven't seen you in a long while."
Gilbert moved around (Y/n) and came to stand at Willow's side. "Hello, Leibchen."
Willow looked at (Y/n). "May he lay with me?" She asked. Her voice was frail.
(Y/n) nodded with a smile. "Of course."
Henry stood from the chair and left the room, accompanied by (Y/n). As soon as the door closed, Gilbert layed down beside Willow, curling his arms around her frail body. "Tell me about our son." He whispered.
Willow chuckled. "Our son," She launched into an elaborate story of when Philip was born, her marriage, Philip's death and her husband's death.
Her voice trailed off as she drifted away. Gilbert's arms tightened around her breathing slowed.
"Sounds like you had a good life." Gilbert whispers into her hair. "And I'm going to make sure (Y/n) has the same."
She took her last breath with a smile on her face.
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Fanfiction(Prussia X Reader) Painting the constellations has always been your passion... and you wanted that passion to be shared with the world. After that dream is brutally crushed, you discard your artwork and think nothing of it... until appears once aga...
