Dear Alfred,
By the time you find this I'll probably be passed out on the garage floor. I have chosen to cut my wings off. In doing so I won't have any memory of my life before death, how I died, or of heaven. In other words anything having to do with me being a angel. If your worried that I won't remember you, don't be.
You see my memories will just be replaced with news ones. That's pretty much why I'm writing this. I wanted to explain my new back story. I moved here from London because I didn't want to go into the family business and I became a English teacher down at the high school. One night after having way to much to drink I ran over your mail box and somehow passed out on your doorstep. Because I still haven't found a place to live I was staying at a hotel, when you found this out you let me move in. Everything else is pretty much the same.
Also its important that I never see this letter. I can never know that I was a angel. Please make sure I never ever find this!
Now could you please stop reading this damn thing and go scrap my bloody passed out body off that nasty garage floor of yours. And tomorrow I demand you take me out for ice cream, a movie, then a good fucking.
Love,
Your Angel
ps. I broke your blender...it caught fire...making lemonade
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Alfred smiled as he read the letter again. Arthur looked at him over a large ice cream cone. "What's that?" The Brit said reaching a hand out for the letter. Alfred stuck it back into his pocket with a grin. The ice cream girl giggled as see watched them and smacked the cone she was handing off right into the costumer's face. Her coworker rolled his eyes and offered the poor costumer a free ice cream. Alfred reached out and took Arthur's hand into his own. "What's with that look?" Arthur said, his ice cream starting to melt.
"You look amazing today. After the movie I'm going to treat you to some wine I stole from Francis." He grin. Arthur rolled his eyes and went back to his ice cream.
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and everyone got laid and lived happily ever after except Francis cause he gives me night mares and made my hate for roses stronger then what it already was, and because its my fic and if I don't want him to be happy then by GOD he won't be.
Ok well here is Arthur's letter. I must have written it six times before I got one I liked. Lol blender. I effing love the blender.