Goin' to London! (Punk!England x Tomboy!Reader)

Part 5

You were walking the way to your mom's tomb, since Emil showed it to you the day before. The emo side of you felt calm in a cemetery, for some strange reason, and you felt like paying your respects to your mom whenever you could. You didn't know why, but you felt like you weren't truly alone in the world, as if someone was constantly watching over you from somewhere, and looking out for you.

That would lead to today. 

You had a pretty flower with you, planning on putting it on your late mother's grave when you got back there. What you didn't anticipate was that a certain schoolmate was in there too, paying his respects as well. His emerald gaze locked with yours, and then his trailed down your arm, finally stopping at the sight of the flower. Your [Favourite Bright Colour] one darted to that same place. You softly raised the flower closer to your face.

"It's for my mother....." you said, your eyes shifting at the tomb that was just behind Arthur and letting your hand fall back on your sides.

"Oh, hum, I'll leave you alo-" he started, his sight trailing off to the side.

"No" 

He looked back at you, astonished. His huge brow furrowed. He wondered why you objected. You looked back at him.

"What were you doing with my mom's grave?" you asked, your face tilted a little to the side.

"Hum..." he started, passing his hand in his green tipped messy hair. "My mom died as well, about seven years ago, and at first I spent all my free time here, in the cemetery....."

Now you were the one with the furrowed brow.

"What does that have to so with my mom?" you asked, curiosity tainting your voice.

"You didn't let me finish you--" he started, to simply stop himself soon afterwards. 

"Me what?" you asked, with a were-you-gonna-insult-me kind of look and toned voice.

"Nothing, moving on..." he replied. "Since I spent most of my time here, I-I saw... I-I noticed that every grave, except this one, had people coming to them, so I decided to to it for.......you?" he finished, hoping it would explain why.

"No, for my father...... I was two months old at the time..." you confessed, looking down at the flower in your hands. "After, because his grief that was too big to handle alone with a baby, he went back to Canada to stay with his brother. He obviously brought me along, and I was raised there." you continued, small sniffs tainting your voice as you looked down at your skates. No tears, though. "My father had to come back here because of work." you concluded.

"I'm sorry....." he started.

"Don't have to be." you softly replied, a smile across your face. 

You sat down on the bench just beside your mom's tombstone and you told Arthur to sit with you: you wanted to know what happened when mom died. Maybe it will explain his behaviour; you were still trying to figure him out. He did sit, but stayed silent and kept looking everywhere but you. You were the one that spoke up first.

"Emil once told me mom was sick, and her pregnancy didn't help her......." you sighed, eying your mother's resting place.

"You don't call your father "dad" either, hun?" he rhetorically asked. It wasn't for you.

"Either? No, my Dad's name is Lukas." you justified. "Emil's his bro. Dad hasn't really spoken since mom died. All that I've ever known from my family came from Emil." you explained. "You don't call your dad "dad"?"

"No. He's just a damn wanker." He coldly replied.

You cocked your head and narrowed your eyes. He sure wasn't the guy you thought he was, talking about his dad like that! Maybe it wasn't his family life that made him a loner, but his attitude!