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Walking seemed to only bring pain to the American blond. Alfred would quickly find himself ducking back into the hotel he was staying at. He wanted to clear his head but Alfred had no idea how to do that. Normally he would either read comics or eat or even work but the blond male had a feeling none of those would help. In fact, he knew they would never help. They haven't helped in in years so why would now, of all times, help?
Alfred would head up to his room and plop down onto the bed. His blue eyes would gaze off into the distance, a sigh passing the males lips. He couldn't believe Francis tried to say what happened was just business. Two people can't just consent to sexual intercourse over business. Could they…? No. Alfred was sure of it. He would let out a sigh and grab his small bag of belongings that he brought along. In it, tucked away, was a small journal. He always brought that little book along in case he had a burst of creative ideas for his book he was writing. Alfred would grab a pen and open the book, scribbling words onto the pages.
The first time I was graced with the knowledge of this beautiful gift, I was elated. Who wouldn't be? A large statue dedicated to your freedom? What's not to love about that and of all the people to give this gift to me, it was the one person that really helped me gain my freedom. I remember that day clearly.
Francis Bonnefoi told me of the man he had crafting this wondrous gift; Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi. He had modeled the statue after his mother and Libertas, the Roman Goddess of freedom. Lady Liberty's original name was La Liberté éclairant le monde but I never could remember that long name.
A business meeting, that's what brought up the mentioning of this gift for the first time. Francis had called me for a meeting, telling me there was something important he had to tell me. When I arrived at his place, I was a little more than confused as to why no one else was in the room but him. I would go and take my seat across from Francis.
The meeting began with Francis explaining why I was the only one here. He said that no one else was important enough to be invited and that it only mattered what I thought. Then he began to explain why exactly I was the only one there. He wanted to give me a gift. A rather large gift.
Francis would show me a picture of the gift I was to receive and as my eyes lay upon it, I instantly fell in love. It was glorious and I could not wait to place it on my land for everyone else to see. Francis told me it was a gift to show our friendship and a gift that would stay golden until our love for each other began to fade. Ironically, it didn't stay golden for too long even though I wished it would. Of course, nothing is perfect.
Alfred would set his journal and pen aside, flopping back onto the bed, letting the memories flood his mind. A part of him wished he could take back all of those memories and years so that the pain wouldn't be there. Of course, there were some memories that were sweet and made the American blond relish in joy. He would let his eyes shut and relax and doze off.
Just business… Yeah right.
Authors Note: Sorry that this chapter was shorted than usual. I hope you enjoyed it! R&R F&F and have a nice day!