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Never - Dennor
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Ongoing, First published Apr 07, 2015
What would it be like to listen to the last words spoken to you? More importantly, what would it be like if you wanted to say one more goodbye, say you love them, even look into their eyes for the last time, but you found yourself incapable of doing any of that? No matter how much you yearned to answer, you couldn't respond? 

In a car crash, the Norwegian man who goes by many names was found to be maimed. Once put into emergency care, naturally his family makes an appearance, but under the circumstances, there is an unavoidable one-sided discussion.

The Norwegian traffic is at an all-time high, in addition to a falling declaration, rioting people and mass chaos. However, everything spins out of control when the biggest automobile accident in the century occurs.
"'It’s okay for you to leave, but we all want you to stay.'
His words struck a chord in me. If it had been before the crash I would have hit him, calling him annoying and cheesy.
Now, though..? That’s a different story.
All I wanted in those few seconds was the ability to say 'thank you.'"
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(Eight part story) You looked up to see that your room was completely painted in black, but the words written in red were gone, along with the voices. You shakily got to your feet, thinking it was over with. You were far from right. You looked towards the doorway to try and escape your horrible room. Your eyes immediately widened, filling with tears. You backed away, finally giving up and completely letting your emotions play across your face, despite who was standing in front of your door with a knife in her hand. (I don't own you, Hetalia, the picture, or Sweden. I own the storyline.)