Ian POV
(about 2 years later)
Today is the two year anniversary of Kalels death and Hitler was smelling fresh as hell in his new tight skinny jeans like damn, he was swaggy and saggy.
Hitler keeps stroking my books and caressing my face with his fist in the moonlight. He slowly whispers "Shift me in the moonlight"and leads me outside.
He caresses my cheek and says, "Heil me" I lean in for the tender kiss
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HA HA that wasn't the end my friend Niamh wrote this so HA
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The One With Kalian
FanfictionKalel just went through a rough break up with her ex Anthony and she has no one ,no one but Ian
