H-hey ? Oh my, why the fuck am I here, I mean, I can't speak english and here I am trying to translate my french shit rgjiodklgth
*calm down*
Anyway. Hey ? First of all, thanks for clicking, and, in case you didn't notice, yes, that's the first time I write – translate – in english, and, a friend –with an enormous patience, love to user GrandQueen –helped and corrected me, so I think it's gonna be okay, but, if it's not, I apologize… ? Anyway, happy reading ?
His cuffed hands came behind Roderich's neck hugging him as much as he could, locking him up with him, trying to lock the moment up, who was already escaping. He put on a smile as stupid as usual. « Roderich. » A smile. No, a line with his lips. That wasn't a real smile.
« Roderich. Roderich. Please, don't cry. » He asked for the impossible. « I would like to take in the sight of your smile. I'd like… I don't want to leave like this. I feel like I lived enough, you know, that kind of… I'm sorry to ask you to smile in a moment like this. But, Roderich... » He only realized at this moment that tears were streaming down from his own eyes. « Fuck ! » He swore, wiping them away as fast as possible. Roderich was petrified. Gilbert had never cried. Never. Not a tear despite all the things he went through, despite these years of despair and these painful losses. Nothing leaked from his heart. He was one of those who sighed « it's life », and who some hours later recovered their smile. A misplaced smile, often. Ironically, the Austrian was the first who blamed him. A long time ago. At the time when he couldn't stand him. Because Gilbert was an idiot. The worst of them. Because he has his tasteless jokes, his childish attitude. Now, he knew that, Gilbert was an idiot, also and above all because he hid it all. He was aware, of course, of the chaos around him. He suffured, undoubtedly. But he laughed. And, now, he's crying. « Fuck ! » He yelled to himself, because no matter how much he wiped his eyes, they didn't stop. Roderich reacted. Overcame his surprise and faced his pain to, try a smile. His lips formed a clumsy smile. He put his hands on Gilbert's cheeks. « And me, I'd like that you let it go. Don't smile. Let it go. I feel it, that weight on your heart. Don't die with it. Die light. It doesn't matter if you can't smile. Die light. » He breathed in deeply to not give in to the sudden pain caused by these last words. It will soon be the end. It will soon be the end of everything they built, soon be the end of their lives, because Gilbert was dying and Roderich knew he wouldn't survive without him. A part of him will follow him to the other side. It will soon be the final fall. But still, he smiled. Truly, this time. He offer all he could offered of most wonderful. « Cry for me, I'll smile for you. »
