Author note:
This is a story using characters from Hetalia, which does not belong to me.
Memory
As I sat there, drinking my hot coco I thought. I thought about the day we first met. About the sun as it glistened off your sweat soaked hair. About our eyes when they first met and as you shyly looked away. Thought about that stolen kiss and how I new then that I loved you. I smiled sadly as I remembered your face as, after three months, I had told you I had always loved you. I felt a tear run down my face as I remembered the day it happened. You had been walking down the road when the car came. It couldn't stop. Did it hurt? Dose it hurt to die? I closed my eyes, trying not to remember your blond hair splattered with blood. I wiped my pale hands on my jeans, as if ridding myself of the memory, but I knew I would remember. I will always remember.
Author note:
Sorry it's so short, but thanks for reading!