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Dearest France

@france-unofficial, I swear to the gods, making your blog private terrifies me each time. Please be careful and look after yourself!

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“Don’t be Dead”

Darkness. Darkness is all that’s in me. You left an empty space, Empty chair that I’m staring at, Waiting for you to come back. How could you? How could you leave me? Alone in this chaos. Alone in this flat. I hate you. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to.

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Important question... Where the fuck is Korg?

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That One Time Francis Sent A Heart

Wade had the place to himself. Blind Al was at the bingo or whatever it is old people do. Bingo is fun though. He’d just gotten out of the shower and went to get himself something to eat, when his phone went off. I hope that’s Pietro and not more work. I just got the suit fixed back up.

[Text: Did you get my little gift?]

Gift? What – Wade glanced around and saw nothing. It wasn’t a number he knew either. [Wade: Who’s this?] [Text: You didn’t get it then.] [Wade: What was I supposed to get?] [Text: Check your door.]

Outside sat a white box with black ribbons. Something red not cranberry sauce had seeped through the cardboard and coloured the bottom. He didn’t pick it up, yet. The entire thing gave him a bad feeling. After having checked that there was no one outside, he opened the lid. Slowly. I was even holding my breath. Wade swallowed hard and tensed up once he saw what was inside; a heart. He instantly knew who sent the message. Fury welled up inside him, along with some memories he’d pushed away. He placed the lid back on, picked up the box and dumped it in one of the trash cans.

[Wade: Don’t be a coward, Francis. If you want me, come get me.] [Ajax: No, mate. It’s more fun like this.] [Wade: Like what?] [Ajax: Sending you your bf in pieces.] [Ajax: I thought you learned not to get attached. Oh well. I’m not complaining. A shame the silvery guy doesn’t heal up like you. He seemed like a lot of fun.] His blood froze, and he was pretty sure his heart was close to exploding. Shit, shit, shit, shit - Wade called Pietro. Come on, come on, come on… And it kept calling. Answer. Oh god, just answer your fucking phone. If he was able to think rationally, he would have called for some evidence, but Ajax had hit him where it actually hurt. And when was I ever rational? Pietro never had been great at answering or returning his calls. That’s sugar coating it. He never did. But that was before. True. They were a thing now. What the hell have I dragged him into? Wade gave up on calling – and sent a bunch of texts instead. [Wade: Where are you?!] [Wade: Why aren’t you answering your phone?] [Wade: Call me!] [Wade: I need to know that you’re okay.] [Wade: Come on!] [Wade: Maxi? PLEASE.] This wasn’t good. It was worse than bad. Wade didn’t even know where Pietro lived. Shit.

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