Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Meh I was bored. Here's one more chapter ^^ Besides I should get as many chapters out anyways. I'm suffering from writer's block (sort of… not really. I know where the story is going, but I don't know how to make it exciting and when I get to writing it I'll just write it with a blindfold on XD) So… ENJOY! =3
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Sophie hummed to herself, walking outside the morgue and up the cemetery hill; wearing a long patterned skirt with a white collared shirt, her long black trench coat, and her long black, buckled boots. She had combed through her hair, but this time decided to not put her black hat on for the day. With her messenger bag slung over her shoulder she made her way to the top where the tree was, leaning against the bark and letting out a sigh. She took her flute out of her bag and set her bag down on the ground, watching as the sun began to rise over the horizon. Oh gosh it was beautiful! The blackness of the night sky receding as colors of purples and reds began to shine over the hills. When colors of orange began to appear, Sophie brought the flute up to her lips as she watched in splendor. Then at last yellow and the morning sun rose and Sophie began to play a song, a tune with beautiful highs and lows, which traveled along in the wind and out into the awakening city of London.
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Alex let out a yawn, rubbing his eyes and slowly got out of bed. Then he noticed something, a soft melody being played from far away outside the window. "Birds?" he thought to himself as he opened up his window and looked out, the music increasing as he listened intently. Alex shook his head and chuckled, pulling a coat on and random shoes as he opened up his small room to investigate. As he opened his door he almost ran into Lewis and Ben, who were running down the hallway to investigate the sound. "You hear it too?"
"Yeah," Lewis chuckled. "That Boss of ours huh? We were just about to wake you up!"
"Well let's get going then," Alex smirked, running down the hallway with the brothers trailing behind him as they made their way out the building and soon out of the shinigami realm.
Alex stopped them before they got to the top of the hill, the three of them sitting down against a tree and listening to the music. "Oh wow," Ben smiled, humming along to the tune in his head as Sophie continued to play. "It's always nice to wake up to this in the morning."
"Yeah…" Alex sighed, closing his eyes and listening to the tune.
Then the music suddenly stopped, the three of them looking up the hill to find Sophie giggling intently. "Jay stop!" she giggled, the man standing behind her as he tickled her sides.
"Now why~ would I do that?" he beamed, spinning her around and planting a kiss on your lips. "Sorry for interrupting, but when I heard you playing I decided to come over. Are you feeling alright?"
"Could be better," she chuckled, poking Jericho on the nose, "but I wasn't done yet."
"Of course," Jericho smiled, leaning against the tree and watching as Sophie collected herself and began to play again. He smiled at the music, listening to Sophie play making his heart flutter. Sophie closed her eyes as she listened to her own melody, hearing songbirds off in the distance whistling along to the music she made. Slowly the song died down, once the sun was shining brightly in the sky and on their faces. Jericho straightened up and wrapped his hands around her waist, getting a giggle out of Sophie as she wrapped her hands around his arms. "Any plans for the day?"
"Absolutely none," she chuckled, turning around in his grasp and looking up to him. Jericho's eyes softened as he looked into Sophie's eyes, only holding a bright crystal blue in her eyes. "Why? Did you want me to work? Because I could… but I'm still tired –"
"No that's alright," he chuckled. "Actually I am off of work for another day. We can go to the library and read since you never have time… or perhaps go out and do something else."
"Hmmm…" she thought, suddenly noticing the scar on his left ear and wrapping itself across his neck and down into his shirt. Sophie frowned and pressed a finger into his scar, causing him to flinch at her touch. "You… Jericho…" she said sadly.
"Sophie it doesn't even hurt anymore," he chuckled as he took her hands off of his face and held them tightly in his hands. "Besides I am proud to wear this scar… I'm happy to as long as you're safe."
Sophie smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips, parting before looking back at the scar with fuss. "You know… you can barely see the scar unless you look for it," she chuckled as she touched it again. "Hey I know!" she realized and grasped his hands, "Let's just hang out. I don't care where, but I need to take it easy for the moment. My legs still feel like jelly. Anywhere you want to go?"
"Let's go over there," Jericho pointed at the three shinigamis hiding in the woods.
Their eyes widened as Jericho spotted them and they took off, causing Sophie to giggle. "Oh geeze," she laughed heartedly, "Okay! Let's go to the shinigami realm then. I haven't been to the library in a while, and perhaps there'll be some beings that are lazing about and I can yell at. I think Miss Grell wants to know if I'm okay and –"
"Alright, alright," he chuckled to himself, "You don't have to explain." He let go of Sophie's waist so she could grab her messenger bag and swing it over her shoulder. Then they walked off together, taking their time and enjoying each other's company as they made it back to the realm.
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"Wait Chloe left?" Sophie frowned as she walked up the stairs with Jericho stepping behind her.
"Yeah sorry," he chuckled, "but she didn't want to disturb you. Oh!" Jericho smiled as he poked her in the side and she let out a startled shriek and jumped away. "She also told me to tell you she was 'Going to tell her'… whatever that means," Jericho shrugged.
"Okay cool!" Sophie smiled, running up the flight of stairs to escape the other God of Death on the stairs. Jericho shook his head, chuckling to himself as he followed her to the top. "Question," Sophie asked as she waited from him at the top and had her hands over her chest, "How's the demon problem now? Can we rest easy yet?"
"I guess…" Jericho sighed, "But this has been going on for eons Sophie. It's never over."
"Never. Over." She frowned, "I don't like the sound of that. Well? What's going to happen?"
"Fine," Jericho shook his head and stood up next to her. "The demons will always be there Sophie; there's no getting around that, but things will die down for a while. Don't worry about it! Just live in the moment, you know?"
"Alright," she smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him along, "but now what?"
"Now… what?" he shrugged.
"Here Gray Jay," Sophie chuckled and pointed to the ground, "our jobs~?"
"Oh that!" Jericho laughed. "Sorry mon~ ne m'oubliez pas," he chuckled poked her in the nose. "You know just basic forms for medical care and etcetera. Mrs. Obki told me to have you wait till you're all healed up before resuming your position. In the meantime just relax for a bit. Take some time off! You haven't had time to yourself in a few years."
"I know right?" she chuckled, "but now I have nothing to do… I can work on some unfinished projects –"
"Oh no!" Jericho shook his head. "You can't do that stuff here Sophie. We could always take a random demon and –"
"Meh not the same," Sophie huffed. "Oh well. I'll research later," she chuckled, "I could go back to helping Undertaker around the shop. God it got ghastly! Oh wait! A better idea! Paul Raimondas."
"Raimondas?" Jericho gave her a questionable look. "That God of Death family that are supposed to be protectors and advisors in the East? Sophie… what did you do?"
"The kid was going to be thrown into the darkness and I saved him," Sophie shrugged, "Besides~ he's a good kid. The youngest in a family of thirteen children… sound familiar yet?"
"I guess so," he sighed, "but what's your plan now?"
"Oh just the simple stuff," she chuckled. Then she pressed her body against his and trailed her fingers up his chest. "Sneak him into the academy while everyone is still rattled up about the Jamal problem and then find him a place to stay. Tada! There! Done! The kid deserves better Jay. He's a smart lad who's quite witty when given the chance. The fact that his father put him into a situation that almost got him killed ticks me off," she grumbled under her breath.
"Well alright," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and pushing her into his chest. "Is that what you'll do today?"
"Probably not," Sophie shrugged. "I have things to take care of today and the same thing tomorrow… but I may do it tomorrow." Then she chuckled, "I don't know. I'll just wait till I come to it."
"Got it," he smiled, giving her a kiss on the lips before letting her go completely. "Oh guess what? I got some red grapes from Crete the other day. Want some?"
"You know it!" she chuckled and gave him a sweet smile. "I want to see Grell though –"
"Won't he try to hurt you?" Jericho looked at her confused.
"Jay," she shook her head, "she is only hugging~ me –"
"It looks as if he's trying to squeeze your insides out," he grumbled.
"Yeah, but so does Chloe," Sophie grumbled and shook her head at him.
"But Chloe is –"
"Don't say that just because 'she's in a higher position of power' then you then it doesn't matter," she narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at him. "I just see beings on an equal playing field. You know that… or maybe you don't," she chuckled to herself as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Sophia…" Jericho sighed in defeat and slouched slightly.
Sophie giggled and poked him on the nose, "I'm only kidding Gray Jay," she smiled. Then she took out her pocket watch, looking at the time before closing it and putting it back away in her pocket. "Oh where is everyone today? Is there a meeting or something?" she huffed.
"Hey calm down," he smiled, grabbing the chair from her desk and sitting down on it. "We can wait all day. I'll pop open a bottle of wine for us," he grinned.
"Jericho…" she shook her head and sat down on his lap, "You know I'm trying to quit –"
"Ah! But did you have your rations yet?" he asked.
"No, but –"
"Then it's settled," he chuckled, pulling an old bottle of wine from his back and showing it to her. He grabbed two wine glasses from his back, grinning at her as he clanked the crystal glasses together. "Don't worry ma fleur. I'll take care of you," he smirked, setting the glasses down and popping the cork.
"… Fine," she sighed in defeat, shifting her body around on his lap so she was sitting comfortably. "I guess I could… this once," she smirked, eyeing the burgundy liquid that poured forth from the bottle.
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"But Willlll~ —"
"For the last time no," William let out a tired sigh and put his fingers on his nose as he concentrated. "I can't tell you because I was told from my superiors to 'not tell a soul.' Got that?"
"Un-fair!" Grell huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "She is my apprentice! I should be told this information too!"
"Ask her yourself," William shook his head as they stepped onto the E level, quickly noticing a strong smell of fermented grapes. He paused, feeling a headache coming on as they rounded the corner to his office. "Mrs. Serbus?" he asked questionable.
"Oh there you are!" Sophie huffed and sat up in Jericho's lap. "Grell I was hoping you would show up early today! Oh, did you want some wine?"
"This early in the morning?" Grell thought to himself.
"It's red~~" she grinned.
"Okay!" Grell chuckled enthusiastically, grabbing a random chair from a desk and sitting in front of them. Jericho took out a wine glass and handed it to Sophie, who poured it out for Grell and handed it to him with a grin on her face.
"This is highly unacceptable behavior Mr. Serkan and Mrs. Serbus," William growled. "You may be my superiors, but I can report you for this."
"Wow, you're right," Jericho said to Sophie and sighed. "Go right ahead, if you must. We're not on duty anyways and have other things to do if we get fired. So… it's up to you. Report us or have some wine," he smirked.
"No thank you," William sighed, walking away from them and slamming his office door behind him.
"So Grell," Sophie began, shrugging her shoulders and leaning in closer to him, "how are things here? Is everyone worried about me?"
"Yes," he chuckled, leaning back and swirling the wine in his hand before taking a sip. "Alan and Ronald won't stop asking questions. It's getting fairly obnoxious now," he grinned. "What happened? No one will talk to us about it."
"… What? Wouldn't there already be gossip or something?" she sighed as she finished sipping her wine and setting the glass down on her desk.
"Actually yes!" he chuckled. "I've heard the strangest things. One rumor was that they were keeping us here for an experiment consisting on how long a human soul would last before it moved on by itself. Another was there was a gigantic hole in the ground and everything was falling into it! Then there are rumors about Father showing up. Father Death! Is there such a thing? And also there's a rumor about this demon that was grabbing shinigamis and swallowing them up."
"Oh geeze," Sophie chuckled. "That's ridiculous when you put it into that perspective. Death? Nonsense Grell. Father Death didn't show up. Here let me explain –"
"Sophie is that a good idea?" Jericho asked, "Because if you tell one person then they will go around and spread gossip –"
"Jericho," she sighed, "For one, I came here to tell Grell. Two, everyone will know soon enough so I'm just surprised the gossip around here is so obscure. Lastly, he's my mentor for Pete's sake! Plus I want to talk about it… it was scary."
"Oh and you can't talk about it with me?" Jericho frowned.
"You're here aren't you?" she grinned, "and you're sitting here so you can listen for all I care. Anyways, what happened is this angel I had been working under when a bit crazy in the head. There's this guy, who I will not talk about, who is controlling the huge increase in demons, angels, and the like. So this angel went crazy and contracted his soul to a demon of hell. That's what happened. The thing I want to talk about is… is about hell," she chuckled nervously.
"What?" Grell yelped. "What are you talking about?"
"When this particular demon came out of hell he opened up a gigantic hole in the ground. I have other jobs beside this one Grell… you know that. So I took off into London and confronted it. The demon had these long tentacles, like an octopus or a giant sea creature, and he kept grabbing hold of me and trying to tear me apart. I eventually sent it back into the hole in the ground, which, I must say, this demon couldn't be destroyed. Anyways I went after the angel, but as I did I saw earthly demons being thrown in. There was this boy that I knew… a bright light blue soul. He was thrown in and I grabbed hold of him… but then he fell so I dropped myself in… I… do you know what hell is like Grell?"
"No," Grell frowned, "and I don't particularly want to know."
"Oh…" Sophie frowned.
"But you can tell me!" he chuckled nervously, "I meant I don't want to end up there."
"Oh alright," she chuckled. "Anyways it… was frightening. I could hear screaming, souls wailing," she continued as she closed her eyes, "I would close my eyes but still see their shadows, their souls crying out for me to save them from its fiery depths. The demon had grabbed hold of me and wasn't letting me go, throwing me in. It took all my strength to get us out, my skin being ripped by the monster as I flew out." Then she opened her eyes, setting her hands down on her lap and sighing to herself. "I was having two distinct thoughts in my mind as I was down there: one of fear and one of hate. The fear I had when I was thrown down… and the hate I felt in the depths of my soul of falling back into the darkness. That soul was trying to eat me away, throwing me out so I would go unconscious, but I wouldn't let it. Eventually I defeated the demon and closed up the hole in the ground… but the monster came back out of the water and dragged me in." She grasped Jericho's arm, closing her eyes and forcing herself not to cry. "I… I… I thought I was going to die Grell… I had never been that scared in my life. Honest. This is not like just dying and your soul is being reborn somewhere else, it's my soul being swallowed up by the Leviathan and consumed and devoured. Then going into an eternal hell of torment… where I can never be freed... I couldn't bear dying like that. Heck, I may have honestly accepted it if I hadn't known I was going to die that day! Just… when Jericho woke me up I…"
"Sophie…" Jericho frowned, hugging her tightly to his chest and rocking her back and forth.
"Why did you?" she hiccupped to herself, letting a tear roll down her face. Jericho paused, looking at her in confusion as she buried her head into his arm. "You… I was going to die. I told you how I feel about that. Of course my human body will always fight back and want me to continue to live, but everything else… I don't see my worth here."
"Wait now," Jericho huffed and brought his head closer to her face, "Don't say those things. You have worth. You do! You're keeping me sane. That's one."
Sophie chuckled to herself, looking over at him with a smirk, "Oh right. I'm keeping you sane? Fine, one thing… I just want to die and sleep," she sighed.
"God don't do this again," Jericho grumbled to himself, brushing the tears from her eyes and giving her a smile. "Hey, I know that. It's not like you'll be here for eternity. So enjoy yourself! Geeze… sorry about this Miss Sutcliff."
"Oh what's wrong dear?" Grell frowned and tried to give Sophie a comforting hand, but she only flinched away from his touch.
"Hormone stuff," Jericho shrugged. "Happens all the time when she uses up so much energy. Her body is trying to regenerate lost cells so she's all over the place –"
"Hey I'm just fine!" she huffed. "God you…" she growled.
"I'm just explaining the situation," Jericho sighed. "… What did Raphael do to you?"
"Healed me up I guess," Sophie shrugged. "I didn't remember anything once I blacked out… I was really tired Jay."
"Jay?" Grell asked with a slight snort.
Jericho rolled his eyes when Sophie chuckled. "Came up with it myself," she smiled as she leaned in closer to Grell, "when we went on our first date. There was a Canada Jay bird whistling outside under the tree we were sitting in. So he's my little Gray Jay, right?" She grinned and pinched Jericho's cheeks.
"Oh geeze," Jericho grumbled to himself, "oui ma fleur."
Sophie smirked and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Ce que n'aimez pas mon surnom?"
"Je n'ai pas dit que le," he chuckled, giving her a peck on the lips. "C'est gênant parfois," he sighed.
"Je crois qu'il est douce," Grell complimented, causing Jericho's face to turn red.
"Sophie you didn't tell me your mentor knew –"
"Oh yeah I didn't did I?" she giggled to herself. "Well I think that's if for today," Sophie yawned as she stood up and stretched. "I'm going to go back to bed. I'm starting to feel lightheaded."
"Already?" Grell frowned, standing up and setting the glass of wine down. "It's not even eight o'clock in the morning yet!"
"Yeah… but I still need to heal Grell," she rubbed the back of her head, "and I have some things I have to do tomorrow."
"Like what?" Jericho huffed as the glasses and wine bottle vanished by his touch.
"Well…" Sophie sighed and thought to herself. "I want to bring Paul around on my errands tomorrow so I'll have to start off my day early. I plan on meeting with Liulfr about something… then send Paul here. After that I'll probably go back to sleep… I don't think I can stand being awake for so long," she chuckled.
"I could do all that," Jericho said as he stood up and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"Nah," she shrugged. "Besides you have to work~ tomorrow," she teased, poking his arm before grasping it tightly. "Oh sorry if that information wasn't well thought out Grell. I haven't been thinking about how I would tell you till just this morning."
"It's quite alright Sophie," Grell chuckled, "You go and rest. What should I tell madam?"
"I'll be seeing her tomorrow," Sophie smiled. "I have Paul resting there for now. That's not a problem is it?"
"… Who is Paul?" Grell asked raising an eyebrow.
"The boy who fell into hell and I saved him," Sophie said casually and then shrugged. "He's a sweet kid, but his father is abusing him just because he spoke his mind the first time I met him. I can't let something so insensitive slide… you know what I mean?"
"Exactly," Grell smirked. "Get going now," he chuckled, "if you don't you'll be caught by Ronald and be forced to answer his questions."
"Alright," Sophie chuckled, pulling on Jericho's arm and they walked down the hall.
Grell looked at them as they left, letting out a sigh of longing as Jericho summoned a portal and they walked through it hand in hand. "J'aurais aimé quelqu'un pour m'aimer autant Sophia n'a." Grell sat down at his desk and looked at William's office door, letting a huff escape his throat as he thought quietly to himself.
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"Back so soon~?" Undertaker giggled into his sleeve, watching as Sophie brought Jericho into the morgue and she sat down on a coffin.
"I'm tired again," she sighed, letting out a groan as she flop over on the coffin lid and laid her head down. "I hate feeling so defenseless like this. Ugh!" she pouted.
"Don't be so angry," Jericho sighed as he sat down at the end of the coffin and put a comforting hand on her back. "Everyone needs to be helpless sometimes. Heck, I know I feel that every once in a while."
"Of course you would," Sophie chuckled, shaking her head as she curled up into a tighter ball. "I'm just glad you're okay Jay. If you died then wouldn't be able to live with myself."
"I know," he chuckled back, patting her on the back gently before standing up. He glanced over at the Undertaker, who was back to humming to himself and perfecting a body, and then back at Sophie. "I better get going," he sighed, "so you can go rest."
"Eh!" Sophie frowned, sitting up and grabbing his sleeve before he could leave out the front door. "You're not going to stay?"
"W-why…" Jericho stuttered and looked over at the Undertaker before back at Sophie. "I didn't think you wanted me to…"
"Of course I do, mon oiseau chanteur," she grinned happily. "Don't you want to?"
"Y-yes but –"
"Then what's the problem?" Sophie frowned.
"I ummm…" Jericho sighed and looked to the ground.
"Go sleep in a coffin you two," Undertaker giggled to himself, not looking up at them as he continued to work diligently on his work.
"Okay!" Sophie grinned, Jericho letting out a quiet stunned huff as Sophie opened up a few coffins and trying to find one that wasn't occupied with a dead body. "Umm… which one?"
"The one in the living room," Undertaker shook his head, chuckling to himself as he watched Sophie drag Jericho down the hallway and into the living room.
Sophie smiled, noticing that the coffin she had made for the Undertaker when she was a child was now lying in the middle of the room. She opened the lid and stepped inside, giggling as she pulled Jericho in with her. Jericho chuckled back, closing the lid as he lowered himself down and cuddling in tightly next to her. "Are you sure your father is alright with this?" he decided to ask her.
"Of course!" Sophie giggled and wrapped her arms around him, "He wouldn't have suggested it if he didn't like this." Then she let out a sigh and snuggled her face into Jericho's chest. "Now let's sleep," she told him as she closed her eyes.
"Alright," Jericho smiled, shifting his body so he was comfortable in the coffin and holding her close to his chest. He smirked, noticing how surprisingly soft and comfortable the inside of the coffin was against his body.
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Jericho blinked, letting out a groggy grumble as he opened his eyes to a loud whimper in his ear. He looked over and felt a body wrapping up tighter into his chest and letting out silent coughs. "Sophie?" he asked in a half-awoken state, unwrapped his arms around her and pushing the coffin lid off. He sat up and set Sophie on his lap, noticing that her eyes were shut tight but she was coughing up blood into her hands. "Sophie… Sophie wake up…" he frowned.
"Having trouble~?" Jericho jumped and held Sophie close to his chest, his eyes darting around the room and narrowing at the sudden sound. Then he let out a huff, grumbling to himself once he noticed the Undertaker chuckling from behind a desk.
"What do you think?" he kept grumbling, sighing as he let his eyes adjust to the sudden light and tried to uncurl Sophie. "Sophie," he shook her, "come on and wake up now."
"… N-noooo…" she grumbled, continuing to cough in her hand and starting to shiver.
"Here let me do it," the Undertaker sighed, setting his pen down on his desk and walking over to the coffin. Jericho raised an eyebrow, not used to seeing the man without his hat on. Undertaker knelt down next to the coffin and shifted her, rocking her back and forth as if she was in a rocking chair. "Sophia… little maiden… wake up please~…"
Sophie groaned, an eyelid slowly opening and looking up at the Undertaker with shinigami green and bright yellow eyes. "D-death?" she said in a deeper voice then her own.
"Oh so she's still sleeping?" the Undertaker chuckled, her eyes closing again as she curled up into his chest. He looked over to the boy with a wide grin on his face, while Jericho was only looking at Sophie with worry on his face and unsure what was going on. "Come here little maiden," he sighed, picking her up and setting her down on his lap as he flop onto the couch. "Mihi, mihi… tu mihi~" he cooed, rocking back and forth and felt as her shivering slowly stopped. "Be a dear and take my blood," he chuckled, cutting into his arm with his nail and then setting his arm close to her mouth. Sophie shuddered, licking his arm before pressing her lips into his arm and beginning to suck on his skin.
"What are you making her do?" Jericho frowned, standing up out of the coffin and sitting down next to them on the couch. "What do you mean 'she's still sleeping'?" he grumbled to himself and glared at him.
"The Serbus family, her father, brother, and herself, are all linked by one soul. For Sophia," he chuckled as he looked down at her and brushed a nail through her hair, "well~… it likes to show up sometimes. The weaker the host soul is the stronger the confined soul is to taking over body. The other soul of hers tries to make itself known… I think it's the yellow and perhaps green tints in her eyes that you can tell if it's there or not," he smirked. Then he let out a tired sigh, wrapping his arms around Sophie tightly and pulling her closer to his chest protectively. "It can kill them. Once they reach their limits but have a will to keep going, then the soul will take over. It's not different then its host soul… but it's not the same either. An old soul that has escaped hell and is trying to make its way to heaven… rather poetic huh?"
"… I never knew it was possible," Jericho sighed, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through his hair. "That Sophia," he chuckled to himself, "You can never tell what she's thinking."
"Then why love her?" he responded sternly. "If she has so many faults then why stay with her?"
Jericho looked over and winced, noticing the Undertaker's stern face. "Why?" he sighed, "I thought I already said it… she needs help Undertaker. Look at her. You know she's only a child fighting in an old and god-forsaking war." Then he chuckled, sitting up and leaning his hands on his knees. "I love her spirit. How she goes off and fights even though she doesn't have to. How she stands up for everything she believes in and thinks about the consequences later… How she acts strong and powerful, but is as weak as the rest of them. Aren't humans interesting?" he smirked.
"Of course they are," the Undertaker chuckled back, "but this human is different, like a wild lion that can never be tamed… you up for the challenge boy?"
"Yes," Jericho nodded. "I've been waiting for this opportunity eons ago."
"Good," he sighed, setting Sophie's head up and letting her rest her head against his chest. "I'll need someone to take care of her anyhow," he chuckled lightly.
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A/N: And I'll just stop it here ^^ Well this is it for now. Perhaps I've left my writer's block now… I don't know. Probably not (I'm still at least 8 chapters ahead so that's no problem =3) GOOD NIGHT! And I hope you enjoyed this ^^
ne m'oubliez pas – French – "do not forget me"; the term the French used for Forget-Me-Not flowers
ma fleur – French – my flower
ce que n'aimez pas mon surnom – French – what you do not like my nickname
Je n'ai pas ditque le – French – I never said that
c'est gênantparfois – French – it is embarrassing sometimes
je crois qu'ilest douce – French – I think it is sweet
J'aurais aiméquelqu'un pour m'aimerautantSophia n'a – French – I wish I had someone to love me as much as Sophia does
monoiseau chanteur – French – my songbird