The laughs and whispers of the past replay in his head as he sits motionless. The remembrance of a touch so soft and a voice so beautiful lingers, always. A soul so blackened by evil still holds a spot for her, only for her.
Sh sh.....hear that? It's the sound of an eagle signalling our freedom and craziness
Yep! We're crazy! But who isn't? Country doesn't determine sanity! :) :) :) :) :)
Well. . .that's rude. And just so you Brits that are reading this know I am proud to be American! ( even if I do want to be British. )
AND IM PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN WHERE AT LEAST I KNOW IM FREE!
I've just began your fanfic and i think my homeworks will wait for a few hours ahahaha love the first chapter ❤️
Hey hey hey what do you have against Americans, m8
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