Thunder cracked as heavy rain raged down on us. My eyes blue eyes met my older brothers green ones as sweat mixed with rain drops that streamed down his beautiful pale face. "Arthur" I said quietly, in an unusually mature tone that was unlike me "all I want is my freedom; I am no longer your little brother"
His green eyes fell and his thick eye brows furrowed together, I watched as his fingers curled out his gun "I don't care" he scoffed "I don't care how free you are, Alfred your my baby brother" he lunged at me I raised my gun to block and watched as he fell to his knees "I can't" he cried softly.
This was my brother, My Arthur who'd raised me, the one who held me when I cried and protected me when I was scared. An almost smile graced my pale lips as memories of climbing into my big brothers bed at night and curling up to him filled my head. Because people were used to me being such an asshole they wouldn't think I had memories like those. But it's those memories that fill my dreams and my head every day and every night.
I knelt down in front of him and shagged my fingers through his wet hair "You forgot to pull the trigger" I whispered softly. His green eyes fell on my face and his lips parted slowly as tears streamed down his cheeks he choked out the words "I can't shoot you"
I placed a large hand on the top of his head and gave him the best smile I could as thunder lit the sky with an electric blue. My eyes shifted to the sky "remember when I used to be scared of the thunder" I asked softly. "How could I not, you kicked me out of bed every time you heard it"
I chuckled softly "Goodbye Arthur" I whispered sweetly before standing up. I felt small hands catch mine and my eyes shifted to my brother down on his knees clinging to my hand for life. His stringy wet blond hair fell over his face and hid his tears from me as thunder cracked once more.
"Arthur" I gasped lightly. I felt his lips against my knuckles. My muscles tensed, it'd been awhile since id felt his caring touch…we'd been fighting so much lately. "Are you unhappy that you chose me instead of France" he said softly against my hand.
"Francy-pants?" I asked in a questioning tone "of course not stupid, I'm happy with you"
"Then why are you leaving me?"
"Im grown now" I whispered softly as his grip on my hand tightened "I need to be free, I'm not that little boy you used to read to and kiss good night anymore….you took good care of me and I'll never forget you, but" I paused, trying to let him take everything I'd just said in "Its over" I whispered.
The pouring rain raged and thrashed around us as more lighting flashed and thunder cracked. "Could I have one more kiss good night then…Alfred" his voice trembled lightly. I turned and placed a hand on the back of his neck and the other arm around his back and forced my lips against his.
He kissed back softly but eagerly, without breaking the kiss I brushed his pale cheek with my hand. His skin was wet with tears and rain. The kiss broke and I pecked his forehead "Goodbye, love" I smiled softly before standing and walking away from him.
I gained my freedom….
I lost my lover.