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Dear Tomato Bastard A spamano oneshot WARNING:  (multilingual) LANGUAGE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Tomato Bastard, I do not miss you. You hear that, you fucking babba? Ugh it feels so weird being away from home. The tomatoes here suck, and the food is absolute shit. But I don't miss you. I'm glad to be gone, you hear me? I'm happy not to hear you yell "Lovi" at me the stupid way you do. I'm happy. So. Fucking. Happy. Fan tu culo, Lovino Vargas Dear Tomato Bastard, I hate you. I really do. I hate the way you can't leave me alone and hug me constantly and the way your smile lights up the room and how your

The same procedure every day. You got up. Starred at the covered mirror while you brushed your (hair color) hair. Dressed in shapeless clothing. Ate nothing for breakfast, just drank your unsweetened tea, and left for school. You walked the two kilometers, every morning. You hadn’t entered a car since your parents’ accident. That day, they had left you home to go shopping. That day, they had left you forever. Your classmates said that they had left you behind, because you annoyed them. Because you were ugly, and because they couldn’t stand your sight anymore. That they had crushed that tree on pure purpose, just to get away

Ch. 1 Icy blue eyes opened slowly when the bright light hit them. He groaned and moved a hand to cover his face, giving him some shade for him to see where he was. When the storm was getting too much for him in the air, he decided that the best way is to be grounded and he was in a forest. He looked up at the sky for any sign of his brother, but knew that they were separated and could only hope that the other has made the same decision as him and that he will be fine. He wandered in the forest until he became tired and tried to find a place to sleep, which he did eventually, using his wings to protect him from the pounding rain and try to