Alfred was really worried for (y/n) now. She kept screaming that Arthur was where she was pointing, but all he saw was empty air.
He cautiously approached her, “(Y-y/n)….We need to get home…”
Her (e/c) flashed with anger, “I will not leave! I haven’t finished speaking to Arthur, and how do you still not see him? He’s standing there, clear as day!” (Y/n) turned to the spot “Arthur” was suppose to be, “Don’t just stand there, Arthur, say something to your brother!” Nothing happened, and (y/n)’s face fell a little, “A-Arthur….why aren’t you saying anything?”
Alfred sighed sadly and took hold of (y/n)’s hand, “(Y/n)…Arthur isn’t here anymore…he hasn’t been for two years. Wake up, this delusion you’re living isn’t good for you!”
(Y/n) shook her head furiously, a few tears leaking from her eyes, “I’m not delusional! He’s here, Alfred!”
’This isn’t the (y/n) I know….something must be wrong.’ He thought to himself, his heart feeling heavy. Without saying another word, Alfred quickly tossed (y/n) over his shoulder and began to make his way back to his car. (Y/n) kicked and screamed the whole way, still hell bent on the idea that Arthur was still waiting for them in the graveyard.
You thought back on that day, the day you tried to tell Alfred that his brother was a ghost. To this day you didn’t understand why he didn’t believe you. Over the years, all of your countless attempts to convince him Arthur was a ghost failed, and you eventually stopped trying. Now, you spent your time with your dead fiancée. Arthur would always be by your side. The two of you would spend all day just chatting, talking about nothing in paticular.
“I just don’t get it, Arthur…” You said with a sigh, brushing your (h/c) hair out of your face, “Why can’t Alfred see you?”
Arthur turned to you, replying, “I’m not sure love. Maybe he doesn’t believe in me enough…”
You frowned, “I wish he did. I mean, you’re his brother for God’s sake! Alfred should have a little bit of faith.”
He smiled a little sadly and wrapped his arms around you, “It’s alright, love, at least we have each other. Forever.”
A small smile crossed your lips, “Yes, even in death, I still love you…”
Alfred sat at the edge of his bed, holding the picture of you and Arthur on your wedding day. A few tears filled his eyes as he gazed into your frozen (e/c) orbs, and the emerald ones of his brother.
’Why? Why does God have to take away everything I love?!?’ He thought furiously to himself as he put the picture down. First, his brother, and now you too were gone, never to come back again. He vividly remembered the day he found your body, lying cold on the floor…..
Alfred sighed as he made his way to your apartment. It had been several months, and (y/n) was still convinced that Arthur was a ghost. He had called a few doctors about her situation, and they all said she should spend some time in a mental hospital, but Alfred didn’t want that. He figured eventually you’ll snap out of it yourself.
In a few minutes, Alfred reached your door and gently knocked. He waited patiently, but no response came from within.
“…(Y/n)?” He called softly, but eerie silence was all that responded.
By now he was extremely worried, given that (y/n) wasn’t in the best mental health. He banged on the door, calling her name loudly. After a few minutes, Alfred decided to break down the door. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw once the door was gone, though. There, lying on the floor next to the couch was your lifeless, pale body that was sitting in a pool of blood.
“No…” He whispered as tears filled his sapphire blue eyes, “No. No, no, no, no!” Alfred rushed to your side and gently picked you up a little. Now he could see the deep gashes on your wrists, along with the kitchen knife you used. His body shook with silent sobs as he held you close, not caring that he was staining his own clothes with your blood. Alfred brushed some strands of your (h/l) (h/c) hair out of your face so he could see your beautiful (e/c) eyes, even if they were lifeless now. It seemed like hours before the police came to collect your dead body, but Alfred didn’t want to let you go…
~End of Flashback~
Alfred sobbed quietly, remembering that day. Why did he loose everyone he loved? Did God hate him? Was he being punished, or did God just love toying with him?
He gritted his teeth; If God was toying with him, he wasn’t going to play his little game. Alfred silently stood up and made his way to his closet, where he kept his trusty 9mm pistol. He dug through a few boxes until he managed to find it. Alfred went over to and picked up the picture of you and Arthur again.
A few more tears fell from his eyes as he said, “(Y/n)…Arthur…I’m coming home.” And with that, Alfred shakily put the gun up to his head. He closed his blue eyes for the last time and pulled the trigger and the world soon faded to black…