2 months ago
Alfred could remember it clearly. Though he wished he could, He would never forget. Forget the day where he shattered.
He could remember it clearly. It was a cold December night. Alfred smiled as he tightened the scarf around his neck. Today was the day, the day where he would propose to his boyfriend of 4 years, Arthur Kirkland. He had sorted everything out and he was good to go. Snow started to fall, staining his honey colored hair.
"Ah snow…" He holds out his hand and a snowflake lands on it, quickly melting. This was perfect. A place covered in pure white would be the perfect scenery. He could just imagine Arthur's smiling face. He gradually started walking faster and soon enough he was running.
He grins as he finally reaches Arthur's house. He takes a few moments to regain his composure and smiles confidently. He pulls out his spare key and unlocks the door, stepping inside. He closes the door behind him and tiptoes inside. He walks up the stairs and creeps to the room of Arthur's door. Oh how he loved Arthur's surprised face. It was so-
"Stop it Francis..." He hears Arthur's faint voice from inside. Francis? Arthur's ex?
"Ohohon Admit it, Mon Amour you like it..." Alfred could practically hear Francis smirk.
"S-stop…" Something was off. Arthur's voice didn't sound like it usually did. Was he…giggling? Arthur's voice didn't have that stern and cold tone he always used with Alfred. It had a hint of…fondness?
His hands trembled as he reaches for the doorknob, afraid of what waits behind that door. He pushes the door open to reveal the scene that made him hurt the most.
Arthur and Francis turn to look at Alfred. Arthur pushes himself away from Francis.
"N-no Alfred, This isn't what it looks like!" Arthur takes hold of Alfred's hands.
"Why is he here?" Alfred remained stoic though inside he was on the verge of breaking.
"This is nothing! Believe me!" Arthur begs as he hugs Alfred. Alfred didn't move and just looked down at Arthur.
Francis pulls Arthur away from Alfred and slings an arm around his waist.
" Mon Ami, You should just leave. Arthur doesn't love you anymore so there isn't any more reason to stay oui?" Francis smirks
Alfred stuffs his hands into his pockets and walks away. Away from everything. He remains expressionless on the way home. He opens his front door and slams it shut, sliding down to the floor. Tears slip down his cheeks and he curls up into a ball. It was so ironic… His perfect day turned out to be the worst day of his life. He felt betrayed. That's where it all started.
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OKAY, I do not know how to end a chapter. Yes, This is so FrUking cliché. Mattie's gonna be in the next chapter. I guess you could call this an intro. The other chapters are gonna be longer, swears. Okay this one has proper grammar. English isn't my native language so bear with me. Thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated; Criticism will be taken into consideration. Thanks for reading!
Warning: Author tends to procrastinate. I create more than I update.