"I'm leaving, Alfred."
I stared at her blankly. I didn't understand.
"What?" I asked, laughing slightly. She couldn't be serious.
"My dad lost his job. They're going to foreclose the house. I'm running away."
I was nearly frozen with shock. She'd never looked so broken in her life. "Don't be crazy. I'm sure things will work out eventually."
"No, Alfred. This has happened before. I'm tired of being kicked out on the street for weeks, only for my dad to find another job and lose it just as fast. I can't just sit around and do nothing."
"I can help, Vicky! My dad can find your dad a job, I'm sure!" I could tell she was serious.
"I need to find a job, Al. it's the only way we can really-"
"Don't say that!" I shouted at her. "My family can lend you the money you need! You can live with us! Anything! Just don't go!"
"I'll miss you, Alfred." She wrapped her arms around my waist and softly kissed my lips. "Don't look for me, please. I need to do this."
"Victoria, no…"
With one last squeeze and murmured "I love you," she was gone.
"VICTORIA DON'T GO!" I screamed. I jerked upright, sweat and tears on my face.
"Alfred?"
I looked across the room to see Gilbert, Matthew, and Arthur staring at me from three plastic chairs. All of them looked worried.
"Wha- what happened?"
"You passed out again, dude." Gilbert got up to sit on the bed next to me.
"We carried you down here." Ah, so I was in the nurse's office.
"You had the dream again, didn't you?" Arthur said flatly. I nodded.
I fucking missed her.
"Yeah," I rubbed my face with my sleeve.
"You need to stop tearing yourself up over her, Alfred. She's gone."
Matthew looked at him in horror, Gilbert with disgust.
"What. Did. You. Just. Say?"
"She's gone, Al. no one's heard from her in months. She might as well be dead. You need to get over her. You're destroying yourself over a memory."
For a few moments, I blacked out. Did I faint again? It was like my soul floated away from my body for a minute, then came crashing back into me. I woke up with my hands around his throat, shouting every insult I could think of until Gilbert pulled me off of him.
"What is your problem, man? You nearly killed him!"
"Good!" I spat. "I'll find her, you'll see!" I writhed out of his grip and ran down the hall. "You'll all see!"
A/N: I had to edit this chapter because it wasn't making sense. *fuuuu* I'm new at writing angst, obviously. I'm not used to it :/ Also, I'm not sure if this is exactly in the 'romance' category, but since it's his girlfriend we're talking about, it's OK, right?
... Right?