December 19
"When you truly love someone, it's hard to fathom life without them. But when you love them infinitely, it's impossible to."
The doctor sat down, looking Francis in the eyes.
"Please, Mr. Bonnefoy." He grabbed hold of his hand. "He says that today is the day. Please accept that."
Francis shook his head, avoiding all eye contact.
"Francis," He said, "Not just as Arthur's doctor, but as your friend, he have to let him go peacefully. Please, amigo." Francis closed his eyes.
"Antonio, I told you. Just a little more chemo and some treatment. Please try again."
Antonio frowned solemnly. "Arthur says that he knows today is it. You were there, you heard him say it. He doesn't want anymore treatment."
Francis took a deep breath, opening his eyes up again.
"Okay."
Arthur smiled when he saw Francis walk into the room. Francis tried to at least give a tiny smile in return, but couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Mon amour," Arthur grinned. He had started calling Francis that when he had just learned French.
Francis knelt at his side, gripping his cold, pale fingers. He brought them to his lips and felt the bony hand against his skin. "Darling," He nearly sobbed out, "You said you thought today was the day. Are you sure you don't want anymore treatment?"
Arthur just shook his head, still smiling. "Yes. I feel so at peace, like this is when it's meant to happen." He cupped Francis' cheek. "I know it's hard, honey. But maybe you can find someone else. Maybe..." He trailed off.
Francis shook his head, tears spilling out onto his face. "No. No one can replace you." Arthur's eyes became sad, but he kept his smile.
"Well then, if you insist..." He struggled to lift his weak arms, especially with the IV in his hands, but he hugged Francis to him. "Then we shall meet again in the afterlife, Francis Bonnefoy."
Francis shook his head, kissing Arthur's cheek over and over. "No," He sobbed. "No, I have changed it. I'm Francis Kirkland, and I will be until I die."
Arthur could feel his own tears pricking up, and he pulled away, staring into Francis' eyes.
"Well, Francis Kirkland," His voice cracked as he said it, "I will see in a while." Arthur pulled Francis in for a kiss, then laid back on his hospital bed.
The heart monitor beside them slowed, and Arthur managed to mutter out of few more words before stopped all together.
"Merry Christmas."
~La Fin~
Well sorry this was sad! I hope you liked it regardless!
Have a wonderful day~