(____)= Name
(H/L)= Hair Length
(H/C)= Hair Color
(E/C)= Eye Color
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{ France's P.O.V }
Rain gently battled against the glass of the window next to (____)'s bedside. It's hard pitter patter being one of the very few sounds that radiated throughout the condensed hospital room.
The only other noises that were audible were the low, constant beeps of (____)'s heart monitor, and a radio that played soft classical music somewhere in the distance. Most likely in another sick patient's room.
I sighed, leaning back in the plush armchair that the nurses had kindly brought in for me. They knew that there was no way I would leave my darling (_____) alone in a place like this. Why, it would be inhuman! A gentleman should never leave a lady alone when she's in a state like this. It's just not right.
Returning my tired gaze to the window, I watched as the rain continue to rapidly hit the glass, smiling at the memories it brought up.
"Mon Chéri (1), do you remember the day we met?" I asked, gently grabbing my lover's hand and giving it a soft squeeze. Silently praying that I would get some sort of response.
No answer
Disappointed, I continued to speak. Maybe the sound of my voice would wake (____) up...., "Well, that's ok......I can remind you if you want. Would you like me to?"
Again, no answer.
"Well....It was a rainy day, just like today....About five years ago~ I remember it like it was yesterday, actually...."
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Author's Note
Just a quick introduction for what is to come -3- I hope you guys will love the story, and enjoy what I have planed for the road ahead~!
-A
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