The wind blows hard, and the skies are threatening, the granite colored clouds are frightening. Though Alfred would typically go back home , today was a special day. It was his lover's birthday.
He walked closer until he saw his lover, Arthur Kirkland. He smiled, and knelt down with him. But Arthur ignored his presence. Arthur kept doing whatever he was doing.
"Hey, Artie," Alfred spoke softly. He knew Arthur was mad at him. Arthur had a reason to be angry. He had a huge reason to be angry. Arthur had still ignored him, not speaking to Alfred at all. "Look, I'm sorry, I haven't visited you in awhile, but there's an explanation," Alfred continued. "I had to get ready for college, its not a lie, I really did try to pass all my exams and yes-I studied." Alfred knew that Arthur had a tiny smile on his face right now. even if Arthur didn't look back at Alfred.
"I also got you some flowers, because that magic book you wanted was sold out in every store I visited." Alfred was getting sad. He didn't hear his lover's voice in a year, and it killed him. It really did kill him. Alfred was close to tears. He'd do anything to hear Arthur say something, anything. Scold him. Curse at him. Anything. Alfred placed the flowers beside Arthur.
"Well, happy birthday, Artie.. And I hope you're in heaven, watching down from here," Alfred sobbed, leaning on Arthur's gravestone. "I'm really sorry I didn't save you from that truck."
It had been a year since Arthur Kirkland died to a hit and run with an eighteen wheel truck. He had been heading out to Alfred's surprise for him: A fancy dinner at some expensive restaurant. Alfred had been waiting twenty minutes, and then he decided to call Arthur. When he had no reply, Alfred left the restaurant and then walked to a mob, where everyone had been crowding Arthur. Alfred pushed past, and held Arthur in his arms. "Hey.. Alfred...I'm sorry I didn't make it..."Arthur said softly, while Alfred was crying. "I got... hit by a bloody truck.."Arthur continued, with a short smile. Alfred couldn't stand it. His beautiful Arthur, covered in crimson. "No, its going to be okay, you're gonna live, baby, I swear." Someone had called 9-11 already and was on the line talking. "Alfie, I.. love you.. so much." "I love you too, now keep on looking at me, you'll live through this, the ambulance will come and save the day, just don't close your eyes!" Alfred kissed Arthur's forehead. "Happy birthday to me," Arthur said, and closed his eyes, vanishing from the world. "Artie? ARTIE? ARTIE, OPEN YOUR EYES, PLEASE!" But it was too late. He was holding an already dead Arthur Kirkland.