A/N: I promise you, this is going to be the only chapter that is this short. ;; Sorry, I wasn't trying to be lazy or anything, it just seemed like the appropriate place to cut it off for now.

Neither of them had slept for hours. The pair laid beside one another, staring, hoping time would stand still so they could selfishly stay in love forever. It was still dark outside, so they still had some time on their hands.

They could only fight off sleep for so long. The angel started to feel his eyelids get heavier.

"Arthur…Arthur, don't fall asleep yet. Please."

He struggled to keep his eyes open, but managed to do so for awhile longer.

"We can't just stay up all night. Running away from time isn't going to stop me from leaving," the green eyed angel mumbled softly, his voice weary as Alfred brushed his fingertips along the creature's cheek.

It was only a few hours until Arthur would leave him. They had planned for him to depart at early in the morning so nobody would spot him. The two had also promised not to wake Matthew for it either.

Alfred stayed silent at cruel reality of it all.

"I love you, Arthur."

"…I know. You already told me."

The angel held the human's face between his hands and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. This was Alfred's signal to stay quiet, so he complied and gazed into the green eyed he adored. Everything was slipping through his hands. He could feel his heart being ripped apart as they watched each other in silence.

Just from each other's stares they knew more than enough. Only one more hour and Arthur would be gone. It would be like he had never even existed. The only proof Alfred would have would be a broken heart.

Alfred smiled thoughtfully at the green eyed angel, and the creature did so in return. There were no words to say. The blond pulled the other closer, tight against his chest letting their forehead press together as he leaned down.

Bitter was the kiss that said goodbye.

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"So how does this work? Do you just take off, or do you need a running start?" Alfred joked wryly, doing his best to smile and laugh for Arthur as they drove down the roads on the outskirts of town.

"Well, I haven't flown in a long time," the other sighed, peering over his shoulder and the pristine white wings on his back. "But I'll tell you when we're going fast enough."

The American nodded. He had one hand on the wheel and the other holding onto Arthur's. This was it. Arthur was going back and he couldn't stop him now.

Speeding down the country road he felt Arthur's hand tighten around his. It was time, he knew it. They both shared a glance as the wind blew harshly against their faces.

This was the end.

Using his knees to steer the car, he hoisted Arthur up into the air. He watched in awe as two large wings unfolded above him, snow white and absolutely breathtaking. Alfred returned one hand to the steering wheel and kept his hold on Arthur's small hand.

"Thank you, Alfred. For everything."

Arthur smiled down at the man he grown to love and began to release his hand. He could feel the tanned fingers struggle to hold on, and he only shook his head."

"Goodbye."

Letting go, Arthur soared up high into the red-orange sky. Alfred parked his car on the side of the road to watch his angel fly away.

"Arthur! I meant what I said!" The American began to shout up above him, his hands trembling. "I love you! I'll love you even after my dying day!

With a smile Arthur Kirkland disappeared into the clouds, completely out of sight.

Even then, Alfred found himself staring up at the heavens for hours, waiting, hoping and praying for his love to return.

But of course, he never did.

Somewhere along the time he was waiting the sky had turned gray. As the rain began to pour down the blond man got into his car and drove back home. He'd have to think of some excuse for Matthew when he returned. That in itself wasn't going to be an easy task.

Even on the way back, Alfred found himself staring up to the skies.

It never stopped raining that day.