Hans stares at his mirror inside his office. Paintings clammed into the background. Guns layed around.
He glared at a picture restings against his mirror.
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He grumbled and sat down on the floor his blazar being thrown across the room once he took it off.
"Fuck sake!!"
He shouted as he removed his gun from his trouser pants and flung it across the room with his blazar.
"Stupid fucking painter."
Hans was indeed Ed or Ed the painter.
He grabbed the picture and shoved it into his pants pocket.
Tears threatening to drop out of his eyes. He layed back onto the cold stoney floor. Looking at the ceiling in guily.
"I left to early.."
Silence
"I should've waited."
Silence once again. He crossed his arms and legs before closing his eyes.
"I should have waited.."
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Alan Rickman One-Shots
FanfictionHis Characters Alan Rickman This is gonna be filled with one-shots btw im gonna post one-shots like twice or once a day I suppose or more so YIPEEE KIYAY MOTHER FUCKER!!
