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If our love is tragedy Why are you my remedy? If our love’s insanity Why are you my clarity? CONTENT ADVISORY: Medication by name, medication side-effects, brief mention of IVs, "Man, you seriously owe me.” It was a warning Arthur was far too drunk to heed when (Reader) spoke it. All he could do was hopelessly fumble to remove the clothes he had so pathetically ruined. Mud, vomit, and beer were an awful smelling mixture and even worse when it came to stains. No matter how much he and (Reader) tried the moment he was sober, nothing came out of his blazer and his pants. Mrs. Kirkland was very upset by the destroyed clothing, but

I have to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do Jolene Bonnie and (Reader) were soothed by marveling over Romano’s dish, which somehow retained the best of its flavors even after several hours in the fridge. The sauce maintained its richness and flavor alongside the vegetables, which made (Redaer) feel as though she were in a garden. Blends of spices felt like walking barefoot in an open field and the olives evoked a perfect day at the beach. One where you could taste the ocean on a sea breeze, rather than a mouthful of water from a wipeout in a six foot wave. (Reader) found herself unable to

Say you will, say you won’t Say you’ll do what I don’t Say you’re true, say to me C’est la vie! LIME CONTENT ADVISORY: Brief nudity, brief teasing, mention of cum stains, implied vaginal intercourse Although (Reader) had excellent skills for designing silly plans and schemes, she did not always anticipate the breadth of outcomes, causing them to backfire in ways left unseen. Just as revising the mustache plan left strangers with memories of her and Romano as a “cute couple”, the passionate lovemaking she shared with “her Lovi” mortified Antonio beyond words. Assuming his pirate days fil

If you let me take your heart I will prove to you We will never be apart If I’m part of you It was one month after Christmas, when Romano and (Reader) first said “I love you”, yet somehow they were miles apart. Fights were not the source of their trouble; far from it, given that they were balancing the contradiction of closeness and distance. “I love you” doubled the number of times they saw each other every week, alternating between outings and staying in Romano and Feliciano’s apartment. The drawer Romano set aside for (Reader) was growing fuller by the day, now containing several boxes tampons, underwea

Over the ground lies a mantel of white A heaven of diamonds shine down through the night Two hearts are thrilling in spite of the chill in the weather If there was one thing Romano admired about (Reader), it was her ability to metamorphose pain into strength, using it to build foundations for a brighter future. His admiration of this attribute only grew when, together, they transformed a trauma-clouded miscommunication into a mutual understand and closeness neither of them had known before. Their fight over accidental ableism following The Balance Clinic almost tore them apart, but since the day they made amends, (Reader) and Romano were alm

Is love so shallow and the heart so hollow? Shatter with words, impossible to follow LIME CONTENT ADVISORY: Sexual tension, innuendo, bisexual flirtations (Reader) sighed while she drummed her glittering fingernail on the Sephora makeover counter. It was happening again for the millionth time in how long? A month? Keeping track of how often Romano flirted with other women seemed like a waste of time. Having Romano’s younger brother, Feliciano, for a best friend already alerted her to the inevitability of their amorous natures. Feliciano and Romano were the human manifestations Italy—a nation infamous for its flirtatious and sexu

You’re better than the best I’m lucky just to linger in your light Cooler than the flip side of my pillow That’s right “Are you done dicing those tomatoes yet, Buttcrotch?” Romano yelled from the living room. The fish market line was longer than he expected, and time was running out to prepare (Reader)’s birthday dinner. “They better be fucking perfect by the time I reach the kitchen.” “You want bruschetta, caprese, and homemade marinara sauce,” Feliciano whimpered, “That requires two dozen tomatoes. How quickly do you expect me to dice them?” “Quick enough that

The day I first met you You told me you never fall in love But now that I get you I know fear is what it really was CONTENT ADVISORY: Contains depression and suicidal ideations in later parts Most people would kill to have the privileges given to the human manifestations that ran the World Conference. Immortality, save for country dissolution and extreme physical violence. Constant employment and health coverage. Eternally steady income. Payment for all academic endeavors if the boss approved. Global travel. Any one of these gifts would have been satisfactory—to have two or even three would have been a miracle. From afar, it seemed as

Romano had made yet another attempt at using a mustache to humiliate Ludwig, the boyfriend of his brother, Feliciano. Since World War II, Romano had a long-running grudge against Ludwig for persuading Feliciano to join the Axis. Out of desperation to have a friend, Ludwig concealed his boss’s carnage from Feliciano. From day one, Romano knew every graphic detail Ludwig was hiding, and humiliation was the only means he had of fighting back. Within Italy’s borders, the northern and southern populations were at war, and one blow to his brother's boyfriend would have been enough to divide the nation in two. Embarrassing Ludwig in fron

I’ve been living with a shadow overhead I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed I’ve been lonely for so long Trapped in the past I just can’t seem to move on “My friends have been telling me to stop driving you,” (Reader)’s mother spat, “They think I’m enabling you by taking you to all your social events. You’re twenty-three, you need to get your license already.” “Twenty-two, Mom,” (Reader) hissed. Her birthday wasn’t for another three months. I would have my license if you actually took the Ménierè’s attacks seriously. No fucking way

If everyday was Christmas If we could make believe If everyone would give a little more There'd be harmony Christmas music echoed from the radio as (Reader) put final touches on the living room decorations. Beside a roaring fire stood the Christmas tree, illuminated by twinkling lights and shimmering ornaments. Underneath its limbs stood a ring presents, all for Romano, (Reader)’s boyfriend of three years. Boughs of holly hung from the windows, their green leaves complemented by vibrant poinsettias. Little Christmas plush dolls adorned the living room sofa,smiling in anticipation of a hug. The table was covered in a silver cloth embell

In the beginning, the witch’s curse did not seem so bad. “May you have the fate of a kitten.” Having been scored by Feliciano’s flirtatious ways, the witch wanted to seek revenge, making him feel the pain he inflicted on her heart. Whether it was through miscommunication or an abrupt change in mentality, the witch was shattered when Feliciano, whom she saw as her boyfriend, was going out with other women. Others had warned her of Feliciano’s inability to commit—that he could string together hypnotic sentences of praise and make sweet love driven by the thrill of the moment. Romantic enticements from him c

England has kept a list of all the stupid things America has said to him over the years, and accidentally misplaced it in the attic. America found it while England was forcing him to study Shakespeare. Already, America resented unwanted literary studies, so he feebly attempted a poem in revenge and placed it alongside the list. Once England found the misplaced paper again, he was taken by surprise by America’s little “gift.” America titled it “You get mad and say I suck. To that I say, yourself, go fuck!” “Oh my dear, I love to bone In the wood where sun doth shone” Look, it’s perfect poetry W

Calling out, calling out, haven’t you wondered Why I’m always alone when you’re in my dreams Calling out, calling out, haven’t you wondered Why you find it hard just looking at me? I want you, but I want you to understand I leave you, I love you Winter break was supposed to be a relief from University of Magic at the World Academy, yet (Reader) wanted nothing more than to go back. Spells would have been a welcome distraction from endless agony after Arthur broke her heart. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find a reason why he unexpectedly abandoned her. Arthur the only boy she truly loved from their fi