|Arthur Kirkland, traditional drawing, using Acrylics to colour.|
(APH) Somebody That I Used to Know - USUKEngland would always find himself staring out the window in the same spot, always looking out at the coastline as millions of gallons of rain drove their way into the ocean. It was always raining and gloomy noawadays; England couldn't distinctly remember whether it had been this way before, but it seemed unlikely. After all, if he was happy wasn't the weather supposed to be the same, cheerful? The drab outside matched his insides, his torn and bloodless heart, grey soul. Now and then he'd relive all the times when they were together and want to break into tears. Times when America had shouted with joy in his innocent child's voice that he was so happy he could die, maybe England reading fairy tales late into the night only to find America had fallen asleep on his lap. He'd always made himself believe that America would be there forever, but yet he'd felt lonely even in the other's company knowing that soon America would leave him.
"I still loved you, damn it." England muttered, watchin
.:Tell Him I'm Okay:.I didn't realize the lack of imagination before it was a serious problem.
That is why I had to travel away from my family , to the stars.
Unfortunately, the stars weren't a place of dreams.
Now I have a tracker in my arm, a grenade in my pocket and an odd empty feeling inside me.
I have no reason to live, to breath, to fight for.
The sky isn't blue and there's no stars.
All I see is this huge desert-like thing under my feet.
And I start to repeate the facts just to keep myself in sanity.
Hello, my name is Jach.
I'm 16 years old and I have been thrown in here like a trash.
Trash from the one dead planet called Quroius.
They don't really appreciate planets in here.
They like to blow them up as a hobby,
no matter how many creatures and ecosystems they're killing.
If you're from any star or moon or meteor, you're safe.
If you're from a black hole, you belong automatically to royalty.
Eight weeks ago I was happily at home, flying over the safe city I