"Are you happy now?...no I suppose you're not. But I can't really undo this, I'm never going to be able to undo this...
What am I going to do without you Francis? Tell me ...you said we had forever, you promised me.
I guess...I guess forever isn't that long anymore, is it?
I miss you Francis...I miss us...and what we used to have. I wish I'd been selfish...I wish you wouldn't have asked!
I wish I hadn't fallen it love because I can't deal with this! I can't deal with you...being gone.
I hope it's beautiful in heaven...if it's dull I'm sure you could f-fix it up...I'm not ready to say goodbye...but you didn't give me much choice.
I...Love you so much Francis...I love you so much..."
And he broke, he screamed and cried and threw a grand tantrum once he left the lonely cemetery. He smashed everything he could, besides the pictures and things that belonged to Francis.
He drank until he couldn't see straight anymore and once he awoke, he drank some more. Arthur Kirkland was broken and everyone could see it, his children whom he either ignored or smiled at, pretending to be fine, his husband's friends whom, after a violent outburst were too scared to come by anymore.
Even his own friends, who refused to leave his house and tried to reason with him. To Arthur, he had nothing but his children and his pictures left. But his children cried every time they saw him... he didn't know why.
He couldn't see how hurt they were to see their father go mad, his mind had gone too far, not even his fairies could help him. No one had known the toll, Francis' death could take on so many people, the nations all mourned for months...but Arthur didn't stopped mourning, Arthur took it the worst.
he had many stages, the violence, the drinking, but the worst way, the most terrifying and heartbreaking, was when he stopped it all.
He would sit or lay and he wouldn't move or speak to anyone besides Francis' picture. Those were the only times he genuinely smiled and laughed at jokes no one else heard, those were the only times he cried himself to sleep.
Eventually though, after a hard long two years, Arthur was able to come back, he was different now...very different but no longer did he drink himself stupid.
No longer did he throw things or cry as much. He thanked his friends, he cared for his children, even going so far as to have them live with him again, he even gained enough strength to see Francis' friends.
Now, everyday, without fail, Arthur visits the grave and talks to Francis, he tells him the new gossip and all the fashion trends and leaves with a smile.
Arthur wants to turn himself human too, wants to meet his husband up in heaven but he doesn't for the sake of his children, because he's all they have left.
And they're all he will ever have again.