MAY 23rd, 2012
11:00 AM
Arthur's chair was much too cold, or at least that was what he'd been telling people when they asked why he was shaking so hard.
He'd tried to calm himself down a number of ways. Reading his notes, organizing his briefcase, humming "Mary Had a Little Lamb", deep breathing... none of it had worked. His hands still shook as if he were epileptic.
He wasn't particularly worried about the trial, in all honesty. He was a lot more worried about seeing Alfred. Would he be afraid? Would he be able to see Alfred smile broadly like he always did when they met? Would he ever see Alfred's smile again?
He took a deep breath to calm himself.
No sense in flipping out, Arthur... Whatever happens will happen. Besides, whether he gets out of prison or not won't affect you at all personally. Either way, you'll never see him again...
It had been a particularly bad morning for Alfred.
While he knew today was the day he could get out of this awful place, he also knew he could be condemned to it for years. And it all rested on Arthur's shoulders. He sighed. No part of him wanted to put that kind of stress on poor little short-tempered Arthur. Arthur needed hugs and comfort, not stress and pressure.
His wrists were really starting to hurt from being handcuffed all the damned time.
The guards were dragging him along, having a discussion about something totally unrelated that, frankly, Alfred didn't give a fuck about. It just boggled his mind to know that some people were just frolicking away in real life, totally and completely free. No handcuffs for them, just laughs and stories to tell.
He wasn't really thinking about what would happen if he didn't get out. It was simple, really. He just would stay in the exact same place he was now. Locked up, alone, and in pain. He didn't have a whole lot of control in this situation.
The real question that was bugging him was what he would do if he got out.
Honestly, he'd promised himself that he'd keep in touch with Arthur after the trial but... what was he to him? He was just a client, someone he could get money off of.
He looked down at his feet, shuffling along the ground uncertainly. Somehow, he knew in his heart that he was being dragged to either his embarrassing downfall or his glorious happy ending.
... Don't kill me.
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