A.P.O.V.
I turned my head to watch him leave. Half of my heart was glad he left without question. The other half, on the other hand, almost wished he had asked. I figured that if he had asked that I would have cried again, though, so I was mostly glad he just left without question.
Really, I had questions, too. Why was he apologizing? Sure he broke my glasses, but they could be fixed or replaced. I had no major damage to my face. Was he apologizing for last night? Was he sorry that it happened? Was he sorry that he…. Hurt me? Broke me? Scarred me mentally and physically? Was he sorry for my pain? Was I?
R.P.O.V.
I dreamt of blood.
More of a nightmare, actually. I dreamt that America was covered in blood again. I could hear his cries of pain, and I didn't care.
That was the worst part. I didn't care how much I hurt him, how many scars I had left. I knew for a fact that he would have several crescent moons left on his hips and thighs for the rest of his life, yet I only dug my nails in deeper. I heard his cries of pain, yet only thrust harder.
This was for me, right? So why was I regretting it so much? I had done the same to others, but I didn't worry about them afterwards. So why was America different? I had smiled cruelly when I saw the pain in their eyes, the sight of how I utterly broke them. And I had smiled, like a little girl pulling the heads off her dolls.
But America… he was so strong. He had confidence. He was a challenge to break, yet I had done so and now I regretted it so much. There was something different in his eyes, a certain amount of hurt and hate and sadness. Others held the sadness, the pain, but the hate was so strong in him… yet I felt none of it overflow towards me. Who was this hate for? Me? I was sure if he hated me, I would have known by now. A brutal fist-fight, injuries, insults, yet he cried and apologized. Why? What did he have to apologize for?
My thoughts and questions multiplied by the minute, and I tried to slip away.
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Chapter four, done! So, four chapters. We've hardly even gotten into the story. This'll take a while. But y'all will stick with me for the long haul, right? …..Right? Anyways, sorry I didn't upload last week. One of my friends stole my computer so I couldn't upload. Next time I'll beat her if she tries to steal my computer. No worries.
No one answered the question last week. So, I'll ask it again.
What is the name of England's rabbit?
Please answer this time. You'll get a one-shot.
Thank you for reading. This is another chapter from sadhetalian.