Francoeur straightened up the room, thinking. He was picking something up when he saw a small piece of paper, folded in half, under his bed. Curious, he picked it up. It had the same writing... as...
"it cant be..." the writing was new, the paper clean. On the cover it said his name. he straightened up, paper in one hand, vase in the other. he set the vase down and sat on his bed. He slowly opened the letter and read it.
Francoeur,
You need to stop beating yourself up over what happened. You where just protecting those you care about. I'm not mad anymore. Relax. Also, thank you for saving my coat.
-you know who :)
francoeur swallowed hard. 'this has to be a trick... Raoul just messing with me for what i did...' he thought to himself, folding it again. he paused before opening a drawer and setting it in there.
"thats so messed up..." he said to himself. "raoul must have found some way yo copy his writing..." he went back to cleaning his room. He searched the bottom of his usually clean closet for the coat, which wasn't there either. He got up, still frowning. He sighed and finished cleaning up his room. "ok, now that that is finished." He heard his name being called so he left his room to see what was wrong. He didn't notice those yellow-red eyes watching him at his window. They watched silent, as they have many times, and then left. Francoeur came back into his room, frowning even more deeply than before, and looked around his room. 'if Raoul didn't write it... does that mean...? no...' he huffed in frustration and shook his head. he had to stop thinking about it. He picked up his guitar and sat on the couch in his room, leaning back as he strummed in thought. he plucked and strummed his guitar as he zoned out, staring at the wall.
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Fading Trust
FanfictionAfter the death of his brother, francoeur has not been the same... he tried to put up this façade he was fine. but he has been keeping a lot of secrets, and lucille is finding out. but what about lucille herself?
