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Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
England's POV:
Alfred. The thought of him sent a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. We had been together; actually, honestly, together. I didn't even think that was possible. That he could love me, Abigail, was unfathomable. But it was no fairytale.
Ever since we got together, Alfred hurt me time and time again. We had fight after fight, apology after apology; it was miserable. But, at the same time, it was perfect. I loved him more than anything in the world, more than any other country. Every fight seemed to be my fault though. And that couldn't be true; I couldn't be the one causing them all.
I was done. I was through with him making me feel like the enemy. I refused to live this way any longer, refused to believe it was always something that I had done. I read something in everything he said to me, whether he was being mean or not. The last fight we had, it was the worst. He told me he could get over me, and he had proven that. He was…. Over me. He was not hung up on me in the slightest. I was just… A stranger he used to know.
That hurt the most. That he could turn this into something that never happened and just move on like I was never important. Like he never loved me, like he never knew me and all I am is a stranger. It hurts that he could stoop so low and not be bothered in the least. I sigh as I roll onto my side, tears falling. This wasn't how we were supposed to end.
Alfred's POV:
I was a jerk. I knew that. I thought about all the times when Abbie and I were happy, when we were together. That was over, and it was my fault, though she thought it was hers. I had ruined everything. She thought I was the one, that we would be together forever and I broke her heart.
I made her miserable because I couldn't be happy with her company. I was lonely, even with her, but it was love. What we had truly was love. I was just to blind and stupid to see it. I resigned, gave up.
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Both POV's
Did it all have to end like this? Would the pain ever ebb?
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
