FallingIce

England X Reader Not That Drunk "Stupid Arthur…" you grumbled to yourself, taking another swig of your drink, effectively finishing your 4th beer. "…And that stupid, freakin' police force, I tell ya *hic* now, they've stolen my best friend!" Sighing, you crossed your arms on the bar and nestled your head in comfortably. When you felt someone gently tap you on the shoulder you looked up to see Mathias, a regular at the pub, grinning down at you. "Hey _____," he said, cheerfully running a hand through his sexy gelled up blonde hair. "Where's Sergeant Bushy-Brows?" You scoffed at the mention of Arthur and straightened up on your s

I'm not from this Earth. I'm an Angel without wings, the devil without horns. I hold darkness and one hand, and light in the other. I don't think straight, nothing makes sense. I'm different for a reason, but what reason is that? I don't see things like most do. I don't speak, I don't listen. Alone is what protects me, and only silence breaks my walls. I shouldn't feel love. I shouldn't care. ... But I do. I can hear, I can talk, I can scream and cry and laugh. I just choose not do. It's hard to live this way, but I can't be normal. It wasn't my purpose. I choose to be who I am, and I choose to not let others tell me otherwise. It