SO, this is my own sequel/epilogue version of Long November by Gusari. I've had the urge to write it for so long and here it is. I've finally put my pen to paper, although it's more like my fingers to my keyboard.

I actually read through all of the words and sentences in the previous manga a bunch of times since I want this book to be as accurate as much as possible. Just a reminder, Alfred is both a dog and person (Arthur's brother). The dog-named Alfred belongs to Arthur.

This is a one-shot (maybe).

Hope you enjoy!

Arthur

"Yeah,"

"I love you too,"

"I'm off," Francis said through the phone before ending the call.

Arthur stood there as his tears slowly fell down his rosy cheeks. He stood and stared at the street ahead of him. This couldn't be it. Francis couldn't just walk out of his life, especially after Arthur finally realized his true feelings and receiving an answer that gave hope and love that seemed to be as a lie. He tightly grasped on the phone before looking back at the screen and calling the French once again.

ring~ ring~ ring~

'Come on, pick up'

ring~ ring~

'Please'

ring-

"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavai-"

Arthur ended the call before calling the number over and over again, only to have the same reply from the feminine voice. The cold wind made his tears dry faster as he tried to call just another time. The tears couldn't stop. Arthur couldn't help but cling onto a bit of hope, thinking that the Frenchman might answer his call.

Suddenly, a loud 'woosh' echoed through the city. A plane, just a few hundred feet above his head, flew past the low buildings of London. It became smaller and smaller as it flew farther and farther. The plane had come from the direction of the airport located a few miles from where Arthur stood.

That could be his plane...making it's way to Germany

Arthur cried harder now. His grip tightened on his phone as he let out loud sobs. The cold wind and freezing weather didn't help his cheeks as it grew extra red from his cries. People passed by him, glancing at the young adult who now kneeled at the floor.

He knelt there as he reflected on the past months that Francis' had spent with him. He reflected on the times he'd wake up to a made breakfast with a note written at the back of a photo, when he'd crept into the man's bed seeking comfort as he dealt with his loneliness, when he'd come home to find someone in his house, waiting for him. These were all precious memories now.

The blonde Brit stood up and turned around before walking back to the direction he came from, the tears finally stopping.

A barking Alfred greeted Arthur at the front door of his home. A gush of wind entered the warm home before Arthur closed the door behind him. He walked inside after taking off his over-coat and black scarf, placing it on the previously empty coat rack beside the front door.

The house was quiet, with the exclusion of the loud and heavy panting of the golden retriever merrily walking around. Arthur stepped into the living room where his dag had waited for him and collapsed on the couch near him. He dug his hands into his face and hair. The tears had dried and left small marks of its existence on the Brit's cheek.

Alfred the dog walked over to him, sensing and noticing his master's quiet and sad mood. He placed his head on the man's lap, as if it was trying to give the man some comfort and relief that he wasn't alone. It was the same routine, ever since the dog had arrived; its sole purpose seemed to be comforting his master, although he wasn't that devoted to him.

Loneliness took over a part of Arthur's life ever since his little brother had left him and had gone to America. Not long afterwards, his friends gave him the golden retriever that somewhat gave him company and maybe lessened his loneliness (at least just a little). Three years after having Alfred (who Arthur named after his little brother), Francis had entered his life and made it brighter, even though the Brit wasn't aware about it back then and only thought of the Frenchman as a nuisance.

The man, who was lonely as well, gave company and life to Arthur's world. Not only did he do that, but he also made the unexperienced Brit fall in love with him. The two lonely people somehow seemed to have found some comfort in each other, with Francis' feelings try to reach Arthur's for the past year they had spent together.

Alfred soon got tired of resting his head on his master's lap and removed himself off of Arthur. He left the living room and soon disappeared through the open kitchen door. The sound of his nails clinking on the partly tiled floor of the next room lightly echoed through out the living room.

Arthur moved back and settled into the couch after his dog had left him be. Maybe Alfred had understood that what Arthur needed was some space, just him and his thoughts while the animal minded it's own business. He briefly gazed outside the closed window near him. The world outside seemed calm and peaceful as winter slowly settled into the English country.

He turned his gaze away before he stared at the ceiling next, only to be nudged by his dog again, this time holding a piece of paper in his mouth. Alfred opened his mouth, revealing the flyer that France had showed him in the past. The young blonde reluctantly took the paper from Alfred before he gazed at it.

At the bottom, in printed letters, the flyer said:

Francis Bonnefoy

2009 – 2010

photographs & works

[LONG NOVEMBER]

2010/ -

At ART-Garally London Walla 2F

Looking back, Arthur had remembered what he had thought when Francis had said that this one-man exhibit had marked the end of his work.

'Our time's almost up'

Back then; it seemed quite simple and not too complicated to Arthur. It just meant that they'd have to part ways soon; his feelings didn't seem to have resurfaced yet, nor had it been seen as something so sad in the end.

To be continued…

FINALLY, I'M DONE.

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~Sikami