Love is something he was never allowed to have. Everyday, Arthur wouldn't hug him, kiss him, hold him, stroke his hair, nothing. Just a-
"Hello Alfred."
Maybe if he tried something he would finally pay attention. Finally the guilt that ripped at his insides, tearing at his muscles, pulling him down into a dark pit of resentment, when his limbs trembled as the shadows held him inside of the dark pit, with only a small dot of light, the only beacon in the solace of night he had been condemned to. The light faded ever so slowly in that night as well, like it wouldn't end, just broaden the night, and keep him in despair's tight grasp.
Red peppered the sheets of the bed. He felt this was the best, maybe then Arthur would finally smile, not at him, but for himself. It would make Alfred happy.
The Despair and Night whispered in his ear, encouraging his actions, laughing at him, the weak little human, unable to make even one person happy. A burden.
It would be over soon, and everyone would smile.
A heavy door opened, something fell to the ground, sounding equally heavy, the door swung shut with a WHAM!
"ALFRED!"