Blood thirsty eyes
Gilbert couldn't believe it. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, he wanted to yell, to scream, to shout, to something, but nothing came out.
He fell into his knees with the dead weight of her body in his arms. Her dead body.
No! She wasn't dead! She couldn't be! Gilbert tightened his grim over her waist and buried his head on the hollow of her neck, trembling in fear and pain.
No no no no no on, Lizzy, Lizzy no Lizzy no.
Cold crawling from her limps as he felt the warm wetness of her clothes under his face, as he felt her weight fleeting away from him.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. She wasn't supposed to fade! He was! It was his fault! It was his battle, his war! It was supposed to be his doom!
Her colour began to banish and gilbert began to shiver. A kiss! A last kiss, that's what he wanted. That's what he needed. A desperate last kiss to her pink plum and cold lips.
He leaned to her with Elizabetha's weight no longer trapping him in the calm of knowing her still there. With the ghost touch of her in his lips. With the faint smell of her hair in the air. He rose. Lizzy was gone. Hungary had fallen. And the Prussian Empire looked at the future with blood thirsty eyes full of revenge.
this fick is dedicated to my friend lucha, so, lucha here's your present :D
not my best work, tho.
so, this is my first pruhun and my first fic in english, so if something doesnt make sense is cuz this is not my mother language, and id ve thankful if you let me know where i whent wrong.