𝙂𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨》 Angst One-shots

02 // Russia

his large hands felt so uncomfortable in yours. It felt too much, too caged if you really thought of it. His usual mysterious smile that used to lift you up fell flat.

you stare at his tall statue, observing the features on his face. his eyes, nose, lips, all seemed to contort infront of you. shape-shifting him into someone you didn't know anymore. He too, acknowledging your thoughts. though he pretends not to notice, forcing himself to aim for a non-canon ending as he insists he is the one. that you are the one. this relationship he and you molded wasn't a waste of time.

The coldness in his eyes, cold love that stilled and gently cradled you no longer swayed you. your eyes widening at this, realizing the slow sudden change within you. he sees this, but nonetheless he smiles again towards you. genuinely, as he squeezes your hand with his. the purple in his eyes that danced like petals in the wind, finally stopped and sunk to the ground.

your lips parting as your breath meets the frozen air. the heat in your cheeks screamed and lifted your body into a walking inferno as you hesitantly squeezed his hand back. your half lid expression focusing on his gaze once you made up your mind. feeling your chest crack and cave into itself, physically experiencing a heavy gab in your suffocating heart.

neither of you are ready