Day 45

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Alfred's shoulder was pressed up against (Y/n)'s in his father's Mini Cooper.  The drive up to Banff was long but beautiful.  The Canadian country side was exquisite. 

"Canada is the loneliest and most beautiful country in the world." Arthur had said as they drove along the single lane highway.  "I guess that's why Matthew loves it so much."

Alfred had fallen asleep a few hours ago and the right side of his face was pressed against the glass.  His glasses had been pushed askew and his mouth hung open as he snored lightly. 

Francis turned back and looked at his son with a passive smile painted across his lips.  "He looks so much like his brother." He whispered when he had caught  (Y/n)'s eye.  She smiled and peered over at Alfred once more. 

She turned her attention back out the window and watched the landscape flicker past.  Oranges, golds and pinks painted the Alberta skies as the sun dipped bellow the horizon, putting an end to a long day.  "I'm going to miss it." Matthew said.  He had wedged himself in the small gap formed between Alfred and  (Y/n) when his brother had leaned over to fall asleep against the window. 

"Canada?" (Y/n) whispered so the two men in the front seat wouldn't hear her.

"Everything." Matthew said.  "Canada, my family, my friends, the smells, the sights... everything."

(Y/n) smiled sadly.

***

(Y/n) stayed in a separate hotel room from Matthew's family.  She lay in the bed, the blankets pulled up around her chin.  Matthew stood at the window staring put into the dark mountains.  The moon would be full tomorrow.  Alfred checked. 

The clock flashed midnight.  "Today is the day I die." Matthew muttered. 

"Are you afraid?" (Y/n) whispered. 

"Of course." Matthew answered without turning around. 

It didn't matter that Matthew was technically dead already.  Her had spent the last forty-five with his brother and a new friend.  He wasn't dead then, not really.

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