You're Gonna Miss Me
"Sorry Arthur. Can we still be friends? -Alfred"
Arthur bit down hard on his lower lip to prevent from crying out as he read and reread the simple words on the simple piece of white paper.
"Arthur?!" He heard Francis call from the office.
Arthur toughened up, put on his best fake smile, and walked into the office with a single promise in his head.
Tomorrow. I'm leaving tomorrow.
Arthur snuck into the kitchen the next night with one focus. He pulled out two large bottles of very strong whiskey. He drank and drank until he couldn't read the name of the whiskey written largely on the label in front of his face. He broke the glass bottle in his hands and picked up the sharpest shard he could find. He had visions of beautiful sights that sent chills down his spine. Tall mountains, flowing rivers. Amazing.
I bet heaven's like that. He thought as his body hit the floor with a thunk. His eyes closed.
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
Goodbye Alfred. I love you.
"Arthur, dude! You're totally not gonna believe what ha-Arthur?!"
