Broken Hearts are Beginnings

Broken Hearts are Beginnings
EnglandxReader
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'No one likes me...' A little girl thought, 'they all leave or forget about me... I have no one...'

"Are you alright?" A boy asked.

The petite girl looked up from her table. She noticed a small boy her age with dirty blonde hair, thick brows and very green eyes, like grass. His skin was ivory and looked soft. He had a soft smile on his face. The only friend she ever had that stayed by her side, Arthur Kirkland.
The girl shook her head, locks of (h/c) falling close to her face.

"What's the matter?" The British boy asked.
"Everyone hates me," she replied, "you'll leave too."
The little boy looked at her.
"Why you think that?" He asked.
"Because everyone thinks I'm annoying and weird."

The (h/c) haired girl looked down at her art. She lifted it up and showed it to him.
"This is my heart," she said showing him the heart shaped construction paper.
"This is what is happening to me," she said showing him all the ripped bits of paper.
"Each one is the person who hurt me," she said, "it can't be fixed."

Arthur looked at his friend, _______ ______. He felt almost sadder than she was as the (nationality) girl demonstrated how she felt inside. She had bits and pieces flutter down onto the craft table. He had been to her house before and her family was really nice, but at school... the little girl would sit alone from everyone. Sometimes hiding in the cubbies or alone at a table.
He never knew she felt like that. The blonde boy then took the bits and pieces and looked at the large pieces of paper.

"Actually, it can be fixed," Arthur said, trying to add the pieces back together.
"Hearts maybe broken, but can be fixed after time," he said taping it all back together.
"Don't worry, you will always have someone to fix it," he said.

The girl nodded. She understood a bit of what he meant. For a kindergartener she thought Arthur was really smart because of his vocabulary and how he would say things, 'A true Brit' she would say. She smiled at the boy beside her.
"It's ok Artie, I understand."

~~~~~~TIMESKIP~~~~~~
5 years... 5 years since she last saw the Brit she once called a friend. Over the years of elementary they soon downgraded to acquaintances in their last few years. The young girl grew up and distance herself from people. _____ left the school after years of torment of bullies in both older and younger kids, also most from her class. Trying to be independent was her plan for her life ahead.
Of course, after she moved she tried to forget everyone from her old school... even her friend Arthur. She became a popular student in her middle school, though a few disliked her. She had plenty of friends and people liking her. But during high school she went somewhere only a few of her middle school friends would go (high school's name).
Though her childhood friend was right, there were people who helped mend her heart. Her very close friends (friend 1), (friend 2), and (friend 3). Of course, she gained a few new friends. It was now the start of the New Year and everyone was happy to see their friends again. For ______ she felt a joy seeing what would happen. Walking in with her new Hot Topic outfit she smiled.
She then noticed a boy opening the empty locker beside hers. A few international students left during the Holidays and now there was a spare. The young man shut his locker and looked at her. The new student looked so familiar, blonde tousled hair, thick brows, ivory skin without much flaws and those emerald eyes. He wore clothes like a punk with a Doctor Who shirt.

The two stared at each other.
"______?"
She nodded.
"Good to see you again, Arthur," she replied.
"Lovely seeing you again," the Brit said.
The two stared for a while. Though the two had a spare at the moment before lunch began.
"Hello."
"Hello."