Somewhere Across the Elysian Field

By Ryukansen

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Author's Note: Thanks for all of those who have been very supportive during my updates for Beyond Our Sight. Now that that story has come to an end, I'd like to present my newest story! A mixture of modern gangster life and medieval times + the usual romance, drama and angst I bring to it. I'm still having complications of what roles I want the characters to play; but I feel as if I need to add a part of the "past" as a prologue and zoom all the way into the future. If possible, I would like to request that people Read & Review! I haven't written in a while and I need some motivation to continue on writing – especially at this part of my life where it's becoming all confusing and I have no idea what will come up next…Thank you everyone and please Review!

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It was a very silent night; more so that hardly any sound dare interrupt the miserable scenery. The rain was the only noise that sung across the area, pouring horrendously throughout the bland city and the sky was never as gray and foreboding as it seemed before. It was supposed to be just another casual day, another moment of passing – but all of his usual expectations suddenly turned into something more formidable. And it seemed like an eternity after everything had finished.

It seemed like forever – this pain that was wracking all over his body; and engulfing whatever was left in his heart. It seemed like a forever of torment.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't be there the way you wanted me to…" The other breathed softly into his ears. His broken breaths were fighting hard to live on and his heart equally beating just to comfort the other boy. "I gave you everything you wanted, didn't I?" The voice murmured gently into his ear; and it was as if his whole life suddenly got put to an end.

This life was almost too precious than the one he carried for himself. He shouldn't, couldn't, be losing him now…there was far too much future this young man had left.

He lost so many, and yet, why now? Why did God also choose him to leave his life?

"Don't worry Arthur…there will be a day when we will meet again." The voice smiled happily despite his situation. "We'll meet somewhere across the Elysian Fields, ok?"

And with one last hope that man gave him, Arthur's throat caught up with a mixture of mucus and saliva. He was given hope to see that man again, and the man seemed adamant and sincere with his answer – as if he was sure. "You promise?" The Briton's voice cracked as he stared into the dimming eyes.

"I promise." The man laughed.