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Russia X Dead!Reader - Colder Than Death
Ivan looked down at his blood stained brown leather gloves. His knees dug into the cold snow, staring helplessly to the cold gray cloud sky. It was bitter winter in Russia, and Ivan sat alone in the woods with a cold dead body in front of him, covered in blood and bruises. The locks of the hair covered the body's face. The corpse was Ivan's long time friend, (Name) (Surname). She had the soft (color) hair softer than cotton, warm (color) eyes that were warmer than the fire,and fine (color) skin that was softer than a plush pillow. Secretly, Ivan has always loved her, but was too bashful to confess to her. Now it just too late. Ivan brush his large hand over her delicate face, seeing her beautiful face that always smiled. Silent tears rolled down his face, not knowing what to do. His stain blood gloves, smudge his cold ashy face. The metal pipe lay in the snow beside him, he glared at the pipe and threw it angrily away, somewhere else.
"I'm so sorry I killed you.. I don't know how to control myself...Please forgive me if we meet again..." Ivan quietly sobbed and whimpered and rested his head on the corpse's chest area. This is something colder than winter, sins, and death.
It was loneliness....
Ivan looked down at his blood stained brown leather gloves. His knees dug into the cold snow, staring helplessly to the cold gray cloud sky. It was bitter winter in Russia, and Ivan sat alone in the woods with a cold dead body in front of him, covered in blood and bruises. The locks of the hair covered the body's face. The corpse was Ivan's long time friend, (Name) (Surname). She had the soft (color) hair softer than cotton, warm (color) eyes that were warmer than the fire,and fine (color) skin that was softer than a plush pillow. Secretly, Ivan has always loved her, but was too bashful to confess to her. Now it just too late. Ivan brush his large hand over her delicate face, seeing her beautiful face that always smiled. Silent tears rolled down his face, not knowing what to do. His stain blood gloves, smudge his cold ashy face. The metal pipe lay in the snow beside him, he glared at the pipe and threw it angrily away, somewhere else.
"I'm so sorry I killed you.. I don't know how to control myself...Please forgive me if we meet again..." Ivan quietly sobbed and whimpered and rested his head on the corpse's chest area. This is something colder than winter, sins, and death.
It was loneliness....
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I always wanted to write a Russia insert so here ya go~!
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