percabethshipper22

 “…Not one day has passed that I didn’t hate myself for letting you slip away.”  ~*Age Six*~ As far as you could tell, you were in some kind of waiting room. Your small feet were dangling from your chair, swinging back and forth. Elbows on your knees and face in your hands, you stared down at the tile floor as you awaited Miss Arlovskaya. She’d told you to call her Natasha. But you felt a bit too shy to call her by her first name. She was kind and gentle; a beautiful woman from Belarus. She was the one assigned to your case. About eight hours ago, you became an orphan. Everything felt like a blur to you. On

"Is zhis zhe real life?" *PIYO PIYO!* "Or ist zhis a fantasy?" *PIYO! PIYO PIYO!* "Caught in zhe landslide, no escaping from reality," he sang, almost sweetly, albeit his inaccurate lyrics and sometimes irritating voice. She lay on his bed in her underwear and one of his t-shirts, listening to him singing in his shower with the little chick who chirped along. Bundled up in the thick blankets, comfy cozy, as one might say, (Y/N) was in no rush to let the man know she was awake. "Open your eyes ~Gilbird," he added, exciting the yellow ball of fluff and making her giggle almost silently. "Look up to zhe skies und see... I'm just a poor man