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The Trail Of Crumbs You Left [Originale]


Title: The Trail Of Crumbs
You Left Fandom: Original
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 432
Summary: "Gertrude does not respond, simply lie down even more against the wall, longing to be able to disappear completely. "
The characters are mine, and I'm not ashamed at all to claim possession. Woe betide anyone who touches them, I have sharp nails. history written for the third day of the Trilogy
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fanfic_italia , according to the prompt lost. Gertrude cries silently, crouched in the darkest corner of the shelf on which it is found, more by accident than by intention. The loud sobs of hours before they are softened and the pain that Gertrude proof - in the depths of his hazelnut filling - that no, not yet, and do not know if never entirely disappear.

Agnes, meanwhile, fell by the observer in accusatory way to feel sorry for her, has offered to give her comfort and hold it for a while 'time in-house - temporarily evicting her children, still white and the grain coconut - but Gertrude refused, as if Agnes refuses to insist again with all the determination which he knows to be capable of. "You knew it would happen sooner or later," notes Perpetua suddenly, jumped down from the top shelf. Sometimes Gertrude would like Perpetua breaks due to a jump of daring that has become famous, sometimes

Agnes Perpetua you would like to squash one of the shelves used to chocolates. Perpetua is not bad after all: it is simply insensitive and unable to relate properly with others, or chocolate candy that is.

Gertrude does not respond, simply lie down even further against the wall, longing to be able to disappear completely. Agnes Perpetua to trim a glance penetrating. "Perpetua dear," he says, with all that molasses can squeeze in a few words, "how about going for a ride there, I have to tell you this, but this thing, you know, and that on Renzo Griso - "

Perpetua is not bad, but it is quite superficial, or at least, seems pretty shallow to be distracted with the implicit promise of juicy gossip behind others.

Agnes, contrite, turns his back to Gertrude: Gertrude is true that if we would have to wait, but Agnes is also aware that, if you really were to happen, it could have gone another way, and not by the hand Bamboccio a thief, regardless of feelings all other chocolates - and all the other chocolates. Lucia would not have to go this way, Agnes is still unable to arrive precisely at the head of this horrible story, but knows that Gertrude - more than any other chocolate - it needs to be alone for a while, 'cried his way the loss of sweet Lucy.

Perpetua, a few steps later, he began to babble of how Renzo is a womanizer of the highest quality. Agnes sighed, regretting itself with the troublesome role he plays in the lives of everyone else.