If You Go Away |Prussia x Reader|

_{/*I felt an urge to write sad short story. Well, I hope I stirred something~*/}

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"Mr. Beilschmidt, do you love me?" Somehow, you managed the words.


Silence.


The breeze swept along the moment , making you feel cold.


You waited.


Nothing.


Together, you watch the sunset, both of you sitting at arm's length. You stared at him, waiting for his answer. He just stares at the sunset before you, admiring the spectacular scenery, beholding every fine detail.

~*~


"(name)!" You turn and had your friend give something to you. "What's this?"

"It's from Mr. Beilschmidt."

"Oh. What did he say?"

"He said he want to meet you at the coffee shop."

"Okay."


~*~


"You brought me into the light where I saw the truth." You snicker, "I was not aware of it, really. I was blind—very blind. I didn't see how he lied to me all those time and honestly it really hurts not only my heart but my soul."


A very chilling breeze winds past both of you. You embraced yourself.


"You warned me and you were successful."


Silence…


"Now, I don't know who will."


~*~


You thought you were late when you saw your long-time boyfriend, (het.char.) with some other girl.


Suddenly, your world had turned upside down.


They were kissing eachother. Your eyes widen and tried to retrieve your strength from your wearing knees. You choked back and burst outside of the shop. You felt a bitter taste in your stomach and a real in your mind.


"How did this happen?"


You manage to go back. Suddenly, you hit someone. It was Mr. Beilschmidt. You look up in his eyes and in a moment, you sense his hurt. "You made me go there." tears flowed again.


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"It's like I was in a nightmare." You continued, voice hinting nothing. "But as you wake me up—you would embrace me, welcoming me into your arms and I will feel your warmth and then forget all the writhing pain I was in."

The sunset had nearly gone down. You can see only a tint of its original color…as it falls with your hope. You had closed your eyes. Your jaw tensed as you sense yourself going to sob. You breathed, inhaling the sweet tang of the sea. Somehow, the refreshing scent made you forget all of it.


All of this.


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Gilbert Beilschmidt made you do it because you thought he loved you and it goes…

He made you feel alive again for the past days. He filled the emptiness in your heart. All of which was shattered into pieces—it was he who brought it back together again. The puzzlement in your mind had felt peace. You almost forget all the agony—the torture you were in when you are betrayed…he was there…your savior—of your heart. You thought you had loved him.

You smiled.


You laughed.


You loved.


And you gave yourself to him.


~*~


Absentmindedly, tears flowed from your eyes. You had closed it and your face falls. "I thought you gave me everything. Everything I have wanted—needed it was all from you…you made me feel human again. Back then I thought I was at peace because I was with you…and you made it." You gaze up at him.

"Your promise."


He let a sharp exhale.


~*~


A letter of invitation was resting on your desk. You open it.


The world pulled back from you.


Again!


There's no stopping it. You ran out and went to a full drive. You want to escape this world. This unfair world. You want to die…


It hurts.


You can feel your hands trembling, as you drive your car…you want to let go. All of everything…oh it was so confusing, so overwhelming! How?! Why?! Your head is full of thoughts.

And then you let go of the wheel and accept your faith.


~*~


At this time, the horizon has no light—no light as your hope. You gaze at it as it falls.

You fall.

Shedding darkness in your heart…


eclipsing your soul…


burying all of your emotions…


filling you with hatred…


engulfing you…


~*~


Suddenly, the world felt cold as seawater spread to your clothes then your skin. All over you. You closed your eyes and held your breath. You felt fear. The fear of dying. Dying with regret, with agony—the pain you are left suffering until the end.

Something tugged you and hope surges all over you. It pulled you up, up and up to the surface.


And you see him.


Gilbert. Mr. Gilbert Beilschmidt.


~*~


"—And yet you're here." You shuffled on your feet and hugged your knees. "You saved me again." You breathed shakily. "When I saw the letter, I cannot imagine how I would be, if you go away—how I would survive the present even tomorrow. I'll feel as though there's no reason for me to live. It will be useless—my view of the world will change forever."

His face falls then glanced at you, Vermilion eyes full with unreadable thoughts, those same eyes that made you fell in love—same eyes that had hurt you.

"(Name), do you love me? Because…












_{TO BE CONTINUED…}