Most people would say that the after life is a time of peace, of rest and looking back on what you had. However he, never even got to see what all he could do. The blonde's bright blue eyes glanced over the side of the bridge, looking down onto the people. Everything he left once that car came crashing into his.
The blood over taking his vision. Not even a minute and the snap of his neck was heard. World going black, heart stopping forever. The boy's name, as it had been in his previous life, was Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. A bright eyed student, loving boyfriend. Everything that a man should be, at least to most.
Upon further inspection of this well, there came another set of eyes. One's which seemed to mimic the same sadness in Alfred's. The eyes of his lover, whom was still grieving even after his passing. Tears streaming down his cheeks at the thought of loosing him so young, so full of life. They had so much planned. Since the day he passed was to be their wedding. Two souls joining in harmony. A day full of tears of joy, not tears of sorrow.
The voice behind him seeming to call, urging him on forward. After all, he wasn't home just yet. Or at least, that's what the whispering voices called it. Home. Nothing more, nothing less. Where he would spend all eternity, until he and his love could be together. A fear holding him back from making that choice. Should he stay or should he go?
There was still however, something holding him back. Keeping him from finding happiness that would lay across the 'waters' so to speak. "I should go.." Said Alfred aloud, still looking down at Arthur. Trying not to tear up at the thought of leaving him. "Mom and dad are there, family but... I" There was a pause between his words, he taking his glasses off his eyes to wipe away the salty tears. "I can't leave him..."
Truth be told, the right path might not always be the easiest. And it was up for him to make his choice. Should he stay, or should he go? There, upon that ricked old wooden bridge. He made his choice. Arthur meant far too much to him in life. So he wouldn't loose him away, no. Not even in death. Taking one final look around, he bid the in between world goodbye. Leaving for the Earth plane. Home to a still grieving Arthur.
The couple's flat lay in London. Of course this had been against Alfred's wishes, but where ever his love went. So did he. And it was a great starting point. More like would have been great. They had bought it not long before the wedding. Dreams of raising a family there being shattered in a moment's notice.
The black suit did nothing to hide the feelings of hurt. Pain almost unbearable for him. The sheet's of their bed stained with his tears. Sad music playing in the background, thing's Alfred used to love before... All of it bringing back the painful realization, his love wouldn't be coming home. Not now, not ever again. A part of himself blamed God, another himself. Unsure what was right of wrong anymore. Everything seeming to blend together.
However this was only the beginning. As it seem's not everything, stay's dead.
Hello there! It's me the author of this fine story! So it's good to be back. I've got a few things to do, so I'll try to keep this updated. Though I can't make any promises. Anyways, here's a link to go with it. (Here) is where the song I got inspired. The photo is made by lilflow and Hetalia is created by Hideka Himaruya. So thank you for reading and enjoy!