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GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (9)GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (9) by Ravens-of-Rome
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil:
For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. . .
“_____, would you like to see if they are done?”
I stepped toward Mr. Beilschmidt, who stood at the stove holding a fork with a few limp spaghetti noodles wrapped around its prongs. I happily took him up on his offer and coaxed the slippery noodles into my mouth with my teeth. After a short moment, I replied, “They’re a little al dente, but I think the texture would go nicely with the red sauce.”
Mr. Beilschmidt half-smiled and turned off the stove eye. “Alright. If you insist, Fraulein.”
He finished preparing dinner quickly, with my help, and we all sat down to eat.
“Ugh, I’m st
I didn’t expect anyone to visit me. I’ve been stuck in this void for such a long time now. I can’t even remember when my last reader closed the book on me.
You do know what happens when you close a book, right? The characters stop existing. When you finish a story, or even just stop reading it, the memory fades, and we slowly wither away. We regress back to the void—a state of limbo, if you will—within the unopened cover of a book.
And when we regress, we forget everything that happened in our story. One way of putting it would be that our memories are wiped. Once the cover is closed, we no longer remember any of the journeys we traveled. Did I cross an ocean or save a damsel in distress? Did I defeat a giant troll, or maybe a colossal squid or alien invaders? I’ll never know, and if I did slay an army of purple winged zebras, it would be as if I were experiencing it for the first time. If I fell in love in the story, I could fall in love all over again. If I died once, I’ll die once again.
A vicious cycle, I know. But if it makes my readers happy, then I will gladly accept my fate.