I hate you...
I hate you so much that my chest feels like shattering whenever I think of you.
Yet, even with pure loathing.
I still find myself falling...
I'm an idiot.
Falling for someone who wouldn't reciprocate this burning passion I was feeling.
It feels like I swim...
Swim, and swim until I find myself
Falling into the water, drowning until my last breath.
I was foolish.
Whenever I see him.
I see you.
I see a glimpse of us in his eyes.
Of what we would've, could've, should've
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Scaraether: Would've, Could've, Should've
FanfictionWhere Scaramouche was pressured and felt lonely because his other friends had a lover, and Aether feels the same way and decided to pretend to be a couple. What had gone wrong with it? Slow update :)
