❝I'm sorry. . .but I don't love you anymore-❞
'Stop. . .'
❝So I think it'd be best. . .❞
'Luciana, please. . .don't do this. . .'
The Italian woman gave a bittersweet smile, ❝If we split up. . .❞
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Emerald eyes tried to hold in the tears that blurred his vision, his hand reaching up to frantically wipe away the salty substance. ❝Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit!❞ Arthur exclaimed, tears falling, teeth grit, a hand curled up into fist. The fist hit a nearby building, Arthur's saddened sobs muffled by the pouring rain.
The Brit tried calming down, only to let another tear drop as he uncurled his hand, looking at the familiar ring.
His engagement ring that he proposed to her with.
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⊱ The Beauty Of Words 2 ‖ S + MB ⊰
UmorismoAs the bell started to ring its deafening sound, a girl, merely looked up from her book. Her eyes glancing at the retreating students, glasses about to fall if it were not for her pushing the frames back in place. ━ Slamming the book as if something...
