"I'm not sorry, Arthur," and with that Alfred left me. I may as well of died then and there. I felt as if my life was over, and it's been three months since… Then. Yes, I may never get over it. But he has moved on, doesn't talk to me. I hate it, and Alfred knows it. That changed one night.
I am sitting in the dining room, drinking tea and reading. That's when I hear a knock on my door. Who'd be up at this time? I get up to answer it, and I thought I was in heaven. There Alfred was, in his bomber jacket and blue jeans. I start to cry. "Arthur! Don't cry. I missed you, love. Please listen!" It makes me cry more. I feel his tight warm arms around me. I start to breathe again. "Alfred! Oh!" I start crying more.
I wake up on the couch the next day. I have no idea what happened. Nothing. Alfred strokes my blonde hair and I wake up more. I smile. We are back together.