Goodbye, PS I love you

"Get the fuck out!" The scream was followed by the crash of a vase being tossed at the door just as it closed. The roses that the vase had been filled with lay on the floor, broken. "God you fucking bitch." Arthur growled, kicking the wall in his frustration. "I should have known this would happen."

He had known, but had ignored it.

They had months together with each other. Happy, seemingly endless months. Months of smiles and kisses and wasted motions at romance that still gave him joy. Even if they had been lies, they made him swell with the force of his exhilaration.

Sure, it had all been a lie, vaguely. A lie because there wasn't a chance they could love each other truly. But an easily overlooked white lie. Perhaps Francis couldn't deal with that. Perhaps he couldn't pretend at love, not when he didn't know what it was. Was that why he had left? Such a stupid reason. Only an idiot like him would leave because he was in love. Such a stupid reason....

"You're a fucking asshole, that's why." Arthur growled, sitting in the entrance hall, holding his head in his hands. "You're just a cheating lying beautiful son of a bitch. And I should have known better."

He should have known better.

Francis sat outside on the porch, dabbing delicately at the cuts Arthur had managed to get on him, all of which were somewhere on his face. The only thing that separated them was the door. A door he could knock on and yell apologies through. Only, he wasn't sorry.

Behind the solid oak door, he knew Arthur was crying silently, the way he always had, swearing at him. Cursing him.

Francis cursed Arthur too. Cursed him for being sweet and rude and unrefined. Cursed him for somehow managing to crawl into his heart and hold on tight, refusing to let go. He couldn't deal with being weak. Not when he was weak towards the one man who drew out more emotions
than anyone else had.

He made love, not fell in love. And Arthur had managed to change that. They had changed each other. He had never hated someone so much. He had never wanted to hold someone so much. He had never wanted to punch or kiss, bite or break, smile at or scream at anyone so much. And it hurt.

He wanted to be able to just walk away and pretend the last few months had been nothing. He wanted to tear out the piece of Arthur that had been left in his heart and end whatever they had forever.

Francis sighed, standing. He wouldn't be able to leave. Not like this.

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Arthur had ignored Francis all of that day, passing him by in the halls without a glance or a smirk or every outward sign that he was aware of his presence. In truth, he had been all too aware of him. And Francis had ignored him back. He wasn't sure which he hated more, the silence, or what would have been half assed attempts at apologies.

Arthur sighed deeply as he entered his office, tossing his jacket on the coat rack, collapsing into his chair. There was a single rose, still covered in thorns, laying on his desk, with a note tied by a ribbon to it's stem. Arthur's breath hitched in anticipation. He should have thrown the rose out. He knew who it was from. Knew what it would say.

But he wanted to torture himself.

"Hello, petit lapin. You are angry at me. And I am angry at you. We always seem to come at a stand still like this. I cannot stand to love someone who sees right through me, if that makes any sense. You always see right through me. You make me feel weak. So goodbye.

And PS, I love you."

Arthur slammed a fist on the desk, tossing the rose in the garbage. "You're a fucking idiot." he hissed, staring at the rose as though it were Francis himself. He should have known, should have expected an end result like this. "Just a beautiful fucking idiot."

Of course he had known that Francis would run.

Owari