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Arthur couldn't believe Alfred left him. He couldn't live with this pain. He cried everyday, never running out of tears. He felt miserable and kept asking himself "Why did he go? Wasn't I good enough?".
He cried even more when he asked himself that. He just couldn't believe that happened. He wanted Alfred to come back, to come back forever. It wouldn't happen anyhow though. Wether he'd like it or not. Alfred was old enough now to decide for himself, but everyday, Arthur kept crying.
He acted like he'd never care, but the real feelings inside really hurt his heart. He couldn't do it. Hating Alfred was impossible for him.
One day, Arthur didn't hold it anymore and grabbed a knife, quickly stabbing his heart. He didn't say goodbye to anyone. The blood dripped down his body as he pulled the knife out of him. He fell down, knowing this was the end. The end of his pain. He lied on the kitchen floor, bleeding. This was the end. He bled to death. It wasn't able to heal. He was dead.
A few days later Alfred knocked on his door, but there was no answer. He had no choice, he already called everyone, including Arthur. They had a week free from work, so everyone was just around their own folks. He broke in. The minute he got in, he already saw Arthur, dead. Dead on the kitchen floor. He couldn't believe it, his first friend, and former big brother, died. Arthur was laying there with a smile on his face. Alfred ran to him, already in tears.
"ARTHUR!" he yelled out. "D-don't leave me like this!" Alfred's nightmare just got real. Arthur was dead, and there was no way to save him. It was too late, Alfred couldn't be a hero. As soon as he calmed down a little, Alfred called 911. They brought the body away, leaving him in tears. Alfred softly whispered to himself: "I wish I could've saved you before you did this... I could be your hero... Yours...".
He got back home, ignoring his brother Matthew. He ran to his room immediately, crying his eyes out. Matthew walked to his brother's room, with some burgers.
"A-Alfred..? May I come in?" he asked.
"No, now leave me alone!" he screamed in tears, his voice cracking up.
Matthew came in anyway, "Alfred, tell me what happened..!" and he gave him the burgers.
"A-Arthur.. He.." he sobbed, "He's dead!".
Matthew jumped a little, "W-what..? That can't be, right?" he asked.
"It's true... I found him in his house, he's dead! He's been dead for DAYS!" he cried out.
Matthew sighed. "I'm really sorry about this, bro... I-I'll leave you alone for now." Matthew slowly walked out of the room, crying as well. This was a horrible day.
At Arthur's funeral, everyone went there, and everyone cried. Alfred cried the most, but continued to live life. That's probably what Arthur would tell him to do.
Years and years later, no one forgot this day. Everyone kept silent for a minute or two, just for Arthur. Alfred also went to visit his grave every single day. He still never forgave himself for letting this happen.