What is it that stops Arthur from sleeping; it hunts him when he's awake and when he's asleep. Will it ever stop? Psssst... comment if you want me to write a story or continue with one~
That night on the oak tree was the first place you told me that you loved me. That night on the oak tree was the last place you told me that you loved me. A feverish dream where the writer thought she could finish this.
((One-shot)) [PrUK] Not really Valentine-related in the story, but more of a thing written to celebrate Valentine's Day.
