(...Follow this link for the first part) About an hour - or maybe two - later, Arthur was lying underneath the covers of the bed that was stowed away in Alfred's guest bedroom. A heavy weight clung to his chest, making it throb. He could not settle this bad feeling, consuming and eating him with guilt. Earlier was not wholly his fault, but he cared
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I'm glad that you enjoyed it? c:
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And then I've been reading fics from your FF all day long :'3
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