Eidolic
Arthur sighs, scooping him up and carrying the little troublemaker back to his bed, tugging the sheets snugly up to his chin.
"They think I'm not real because you're the only one who can see me, Al," he explains.
Alfred just blinks confusedly.
"You're a special boy, Alfred. You see things other people can't. There are some people, you see…they see what others can't. I used to be able to, like you…"
Arthur pauses for a moment, his stomach knotting in dread. "Alfred…what if I told you I was dead and that you can see me because I'm a ghost?"
Posted: June 11, 2016
Word Count: 100
Author's note: Ooh, Arthur… :(