|The things we do
Author: tolerate PM
Why we say the things we say.Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Family - Words: 503 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-09-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2950708
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He didn't have anything to do. His home— no, house— wasn't warm the tiniest bit. Yes, the temperature was just right, he would be able to keep warm if he had snuggled into his blanket and watched television, but the warmth he was referring to wasn't that warmth. He lost that warmth a few months ago. Arthur shook his head like a puppy denying a bath as he willed himself to stop thinking of that incident. Sighing, he trudged along the sidewalks of the park, seeing couples holding hands and exchanging kisses.
Continuing his walk, he happened upon a family of four. The mother was feeding her child that was only about six years old. The little girl had such a blessed smile on her face.
Her mother suddenly asked her, "What was the happiest moment in your life?"
Arthur's jade-green eyes suddenly froze and widened. He stopped dead in his tracks. That question wasn't directed to him, and yet it made such an impact. He actually hadn't thought about it so much, but without even thinking, his heart betrayed his head and could only say… 'When I found America.'
His walking pace hurried into dash— he ran as fast as he could, not caring about the strangers he saw looking at him. He could feel something wet dripping down his eyes, reminded of all that could have been. 'I thought we'd always be together!', a maelstrom of emotions gushed down his heart. He lost the things he loved so much— all the things about America that he loved— his childish smile, his smirk, his voice, his personality, and most of all, the only person in the world who could make him feel so happy.
Those times when he'd get drunk and find himself at America's house, tugged under comfortable blankets and looking around only to find America staring, smiling at him as he woke up. Though sometimes America did piss him off, those were the little things in his life that he remembered and loved. It wasn't only the big things he had done for him, he cherished every single moment with him and yet now, he's—
Teardrops couldn't stop falling down. He screamed.
"Alfred! Where are you now, when I seriously need you? Didn't we promise each other...? To always be together until the very end. So why! Why...?" It wasn't like him to cry so much, or even scream for that one person. He'd always kept his cool, but those memories they shared made him unable to contain himself anymore. He wish that now, when he'd get drunk, he'd be carried to his house again. But that's never going to happen again.
One day, when I leave,
never cry as you know
that mortals once lived has to go—
and I left all those years
of memories kissed away.
Don't see a frowning face
in the mirror as you remember.