A/N: This is a failed attempt at writing something sad. I was reading this really heartbreaking PruCan fic and then I was like "I can write something sad too!" and was all fired up and then...it died.
I was listening to the song 'I'll Try' from Peter Pan 2 (Alice's favorite movie...coincidence? I think not!) so I would really recommend looking that up if you get a chance! (It might make this fic make more sense)
Also, I didn't specify who it was exactly who Alice was in love with. Wait a sec folks, both Alfred and Francis both have blue eyes! So feel free to use your imagination all you FrUk and UsUk-ers!
December thirty first is Alice's favorite day of the year.
It is the day that makes her laugh, the day when she thinks of all the happy memories.
It is the day she eats sweets and dances around her house to crazy music.
It is the day where everything in the world is right.
Because it is his day.
The day he had held her as they laughed.
The day he had looked at her so tenderly, blue meeting green.
The day he had kissed her, so sweetly. His smell intoxicating her.
The day he had whispered those three words. Those three, impossibly wonderful words that made her chest warm and her head fuzzy.
The day he said 'I love you.'
He told her she was beautiful.
That he would never leave her.
That he would be by her side, that they would face the world hand in hand.
He tells her that the world is full of wonderful things. Faith and trust.
She tells him that there's no such thing. That he might as well say that fairies are real.
He tells her that they are, that the world is made of pixie dust.
She doesn't believe him.
January first is Alice's least favorite day of the year.
It's the day she sits at home and holds herself. All alone.
The day she cries silently. Then loudly.
Sobs that wrack her body and make her chest ache.
It's the day where the world shattered.
Because it's the day the world took him away.
The day he smiled as he left the house.
The day she whispered 'be careful'.
The day she received the call.
The day her heart died.
The day she rushed to the hospital, to hold him, to tell him that he promised, that he said he would never leave her.
The day he kissed her and whispered those three, heart breaking, earth shattering words.
For the last time.
He had told her she was beautiful.
That he would never leave her.
That he would be by her side, that they would face the world hand in hand.
But his hand was cold now, limp in her fingers.
He had told her that the world was made of pixie dust.
But she can't see it.
The world is empty. There is no faith or trust.
There is no such thing as pixie dust.
January second is the day that Alice gets back on her feet.
She wipes away the tears and tries to keep moving.
Because that's what he would have wanted.
That is the day when she goes to talk to him.
She tells him that she's pulling through.
That their neighbors had a baby.
That the dog across the street is not longer a puppy.
She talks about everything.
Anything.
She tells him that she's starting to see it.
That maybe the world isn't as empty as she first thought.
That faith and trust, they might just exist.
He had told her that fairies existed.
That the world was made of pixie dust.
Maybe, just maybe, he was right.
But why did he have to die for her to see that?
Alice wipes away a tear that struggled through her wall.
"I'll try," she whispers.
A sparkle near the headstone catches her eye.
It looks like…but it couldn't be.
She rubs her eyes again, and just as soon as it had come, the sparkle is gone.
It's hard to believe, but she'll try.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe the world is made of pixie dust.
She'll just have to try.
And believe.