Sweden x depressed reader : lost the will to fightSweden x depressed reader : lost the will to fight by ~XLI1321
Sweden x depressed reader
Lost the will to fight…
I remember the day he moved in across the street from my house. His name was Berwald. And he was the first person to ever look me in the eye. My own parents thought so low of me that I was never allowed to look them or anyone in the eyes. But he was different. And even from that first glance I knew something big would happen to me. After that first glance I went over to were his family was unloading a moving truck. Keeping my head down I asked.
“um…. Excuse me, I'm your neighbor (y/n), would you like any help?”
Then a fairly tall women looked at me.
“no dear, but your more than welcome to come inside were almost done anyway.”
She had an accent that I couldn’t quite place. But she seemed kind. But if I didn’t get back home things could get ugly.
“oh no mam, your just moving here it would be rude of me. Thank you for the offer, and I'm sorry but I must go, it was nice meeting you.