Hi. The awesome I am here with a sequel/SHOT
Sequel of Good bye: Second Part
(BGM: The Day You Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne)
Beware. Sad!Alfred
"ARTHUR!" Alfred screamed at the top of his lungs, almost sounding like a screech of a bird. Trying to calm himself as well as catch his breath, he quickly knelt beside Arthur, who lay dying on the cold floor...
Na na
Na na na
Na na
"He's dead?" Alfred choked on his words, as he let a tear escape, which rolled down like a raindrop rolling down a glass window. "H-hes not dead. Not.. dea..d." Trembling, Alfred burst into tears, grabbing at his heart, regretting he had said such things before... He didn't want to believe this. He hadn't really meant it. Ivan was just a friend, so he could get Arthur jealous.. His hands grasped Arthur's cold one, and he said, "Arthur, please say something... please...Iggy...please. You're alive...please." he started sobbing again, his heart torn fatally, he felt like he had lost the whole world.
I miss you
Miss you so bad
The police and the ambulance had came to pick up Arthur - Arthur's corpse.. Alfred's hands hung strengthlessly on his sides on the bed when the police had questioned him many things.
He could hear nothing.
No, this had to be wrong.
Arthur wasn't dead!
He was just sleeping.
Or maybe this was a dream.
No, not in a million years, that Brit would die.
I don't forget you
Oh its so sad
Alfred ran towards the ambulance which was placing Arthur aboard to get him to the hospital. He stood beside Arthur, who was covered in a white blanket from head to toe.
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly
"Why.. are you covering him..? He isn't dead, right..?"
"...I'm sorry."
"No! He's not!" Alfred shouted.
His legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the pavement. "He's not dead.. Please say so, sir.."
"..."
The day
You
Slipped away
Was the day I found
It won't be the same
Alfred rode on the ambulance, beside Arthur - or his corpse.. He constantly teared up, biting his lip, squeezing his own hand again and again.
Na na
Na na na
Na na
Alas, they arrived at the hospital, where.. All the doctors said he was dead. Dead. D-e-a-d.
No, but this was impossible.
No. Simply, no.
They'd been smiling, laughing, playing just one month ago.
One month.
He'd also seen him today, although he had looked grumpy.
I couldn't get around to kiss you
Good bye on the hand
And he couldn't save him.
He couldn't.
I wish that I could
See you again
I know that I can't
Alfred felt empty and hollow.
He could only keep on remembering the boreal touch of his lover's - or former lover's - hand.
No, he wouldn't, and couldn't believe it.
Oh I hope you can hear me
Cause I remember it clearly
He looked at his phone which had rang a dozen times while he was on the way to the hospital.
Incoming calls
Ivan
Alfred almost threw his phone away, but there was something that caught his eye.
A new message.
From who? He wondered, and clicked.
Sender: Arthur Kirkland
Good bye, Alfred.
A jagged arrow of sadness and sorrow hit home on his heart at that one short message.
It was sent just a day before Arthur died.
Alfred hadn't seen this...
He was too busy playing with his friends.
What had Arthur been thinking at that time?
Tears made their way through his eyes again..
The day
You
Slipped away
Was the day
I found it won't be the same
I had my wake up
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why
And I can't take it
It wasn't fake
It happened, you passed by
Now you are gone, now you are gone
There you go, there you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you are gone, now you are gone
There you go, there you go,
Somewhere you're not coming back...
~Three years later~
The breezy wind caught Alfred's blonde hair flying in the wind, as he carried a bundle of white flowers. He was in one nostalgic mood again, of sadness and regret. Over the years, Alfred had never forgotten Arthur, and he been sad a whole year, and apparently still was. Time did heal, but not erase the thoughts out of his mind. He felt downhearted whenever he came to this place, the place where Arthur stayed.
The day
You
Slipped away
Was the day
I found it won't be the same, no..
Finally he came across a sculpted stone cross with Arthur's name engraved on it.
Arthur's final resting place.
The day
You
Slipped away
Was the day
that I found it won't be the same..
Alfred wanted to cry, to whine why he had died, why he left him.
Why he had chose to die, and leave him alone.
Maybe it was a kind of punishment.
Na na
Na na na
Na na
Alfred missed him.
Missed him so much.
"I miss you."
Sniff.
Yes, this might be a bit crappy due to the fact that I wrote this while I was studying.
Planning to post a few more fanfics in a week, or if I write them fast enough, one or two days.
Thanks for reading...