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Not again...I woke up screaming again today. It was another nightmare about their deaths. How long has it been since everything I had vanished into thin air? About five years now? Even that long, I still have a hard time forgetting what has happened. Their deaths, the fire, the asylum, everything. I miss them, and I miss you.
I miss the times we would be together. When I had a friend and accompany me. When I had a shoulder to cry on. When I was able to fully laugh wholeheartedly. Now I barely even crack a smile. I've grown up a lot since you and everyone else left, and I've learned more about the sickening world I have to live in. There were times it brightened up for me, but it only lasted a moment. Then the world was dark again. I can't handle being alone anymore. I want to be held and be told that everything will be okay, and that I'm not alone any more. I'm sick of being alone. Even though they keep telling me you don't exist, I will always believe that you are real. J
EnglandXReader Rolling Girl .:Epilogue:.Before Arthur left, he informed me that his cousin Alfred would be moving here in a few weeks, so he could tell him to look out for me while he was away. I told him that he didn't need to do that, but he insisted. After a while, I gave in and agreed to it.
Once I was back in school, I told Ms. Sakine about the incident the other day. She grinned at me, and I couldn't help but ask her why she was doing so.
"Looks like the song became true, after all!" It took me a moment to process what she meant by that, but when I did, I blushed. She just chuckled and patted me on the back.
The next few weeks were the same for me, but a bit more harsh, due to the popular girls, who were yelled at by Arthur the other day. I was able to tell Ms. Sakine about them, so things have gotten easier for me.
I was now waiting outside of my home, since I was informed that Alfred has finished moving into his new home close to mine and that he was going to follow me to school so I could show him were it was.
JapanXReader: Nico Nico Dance Master!Your PoV
'This was it!' I thought, as I looked at the others backstage, waiting to be the next one to go up there, on stage. The thought of dancing alone made me nervous, but I tried to shake it off. 'You can do this, _______! You've been practicing for a long time now, and rehearsed with everyone!' I tried to give myself a pep talk to calm my nerves.
I had moved to Japan a few years ago, and one day, I was walking around with my friend Kiku Honda, and saw some people dancing in the park. I was curious about what they were doing, so I asked Kiku. He told me that they were niconico dancers and they were recording something to upload. I have liked Japanese songs for a while now, so once I saw that there were dances for some of them, I knew I had to try it out. I would try to practice dancing whenever I had time, and once I was sure I was good enough, I uploaded it to nico nico douga. Surprisingly, many people liked it. I continued dancing and sometimes made my own dances to
EnglandXReader Rolling Girl .:Part 9:.AN: This is the end! Thank you all for reading this and following along as I uploaded the parts! Don't worry though, there's going to be an epilogue for this. So stay tuned!
_______ and I were having a lovely time today. I really liked being with her. Err, I mean, as friends, that is. Well, sort of.
She and I ended in the park, and I bought us both ice cream cones. We sat on a nearby bench and ate our ice cream.
"Hey Arthur..." she spoke out, getting my attention.
"I just wanted to say that today's been a great day." She gave me a genuine smile, the first that I have seen in possibly years. I couldn't help but smile back at her.
"I agree. I missed this place." She looked forward, and her eyes widened.
"H-hey Arthur! Let's go somewhere else now!" She grabbed my arm and tugged on it. I was about to agree, but someone spoke before I did.
"Oh! Look at what we got here!" I saw her flinch and I felt her grip tighten.
"Here it goes again..." I heard he
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