You ♡ Me ♡ Us

Chapter one

It was an accident, Alfred tried to tell himself. And he kept on telling himself that, if he'd say it over and over, maybe it would make it true. But no matter what he told himself, it wouldn't change the fact that they were never coming back.

Alfred still remembered his homeroom teacher rushing to come and take him to the hospital. Francis , who was sitting with his girlfriend who clung to him like drapery and Arthur was simply studying, noticed the commotion and tried to follow as well, confused at what was going on.

When they arrived at the Hospital, Alfred was greeted by a policeman who pulled him in a grieving room.

The man pulled out a worn leather wallet, which he knew to be his dad's. As well as a locket, his mothers.

The policeman glanced at the other two boys who glanced back before he touched Alfred's shoulder, so gently as if he would shatter from his touch.

"Son...I'm so sorry but. Your parents. They..we're in a really bad accident. And...there were no survivor's at the scene."
Francis and Arthur's expressions changed from calm to upset and shocked. Both exchanging glances and looking to Alfred who could only softly ask, "W-What?"

The policeman nodded to the items in Alfred's possession. We managed to get those items for you. But...I can't let you see them...because their bodies are hard to identify.

Alfred looked down, his eyes dilated and he simply couldn't comprehend what this man was talking about. " Eh? My parents are...dead? "

Arthur frowned and clutched his uniform pants. "Alfred-"

Francis gently placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder, "Mon Ami?"

Alfred stared down at his lap and humbly spoke in a reverent voice. "I-I see....so they're gone..." 

That was all. Francis and Arthur were unsure just what they should do. But one thing was for sure. They couldn't leave their best friend alone. Not right now. Of course Alfred remained in a shocked daze, unsure of how to process anything.

The next day, news about the accident erupted all around the school. Everyone gave their condolences as well as giving Alfred something that became heavy to him. Pity.

Through out the week he would be busy meeting with policemen, as well as lawyers. Child services tried to impose in the matter. He remained in that glazed daze. Not really able to focus, otherwise out of reality.

The day of the funeral came, of course the church was packed. Full of his parents coworkers and clients. Classmates from his school attended as well, at least those who dared to care. As he sat on the bench holding two flowers.

Everyone simply walked up to the small white boxes that held the ashes, on top were portraits of his father and mother. While the sickly scent of flowers filled the room. People lined up, sobbing and laying a flower down. Some whispered amongst themselves, again spreading the pity that Alfred despised.

One man sighed, "Honestly....if their child hadn't called them...then they wouldn't have rushed home to-"

"Hush! The boy is right there!"

A female hissed full of hatred. "How can their only child, not cry at their funeral? That boy is mental."

Arthur gritted his teeth and wanted to speak up to those heartless adults before Francis grabbed his arm. "Arthur don't!"

Alfred stared down before Francis squatted down in front of him and touched both his hands with Alfred's, he stared at Alfred with his pink puffy eyes.

"Mon ami....Alfred, it's time to say your goodbyes...." he gentle spoke, caressing Alfred's cold limp hands.

Alfred slowly stared at Francis with his dull blue eyes. Expressionless, he nodded silently and slowly stood up wearing his black suit.

He dragged his feet walking close towards the white boxes. Alfred glanced at Either photo  and blinked slowly before placing a flower down on each one, and saying a small prayer as did the others before turning around slowly. He let his hands slip into his pants pockets and let his legs mindlessly take him away. Away from this confusing scene.

Of course that night, Alfred had taken off his suit jacket. He sat at the kitchen table with only the kitchen light giving him warmth. He stared at the table, brain dead. Like nothing was connecting.

Suddenly he felt a hand touch his shoulder making him touch his, swiftly looking over to find no one there. It was then that his heart seemed to stop. Blood fled from his face before he shot up knocking his chair over as he sped out of the room running down the hall, checking every room and turning the lights on.

His kind was searching for something. Anything.

When he rushed up the stairs to the second floor, panicking and growing more angst, he paused and slowly walked down the stairs. When he sat down on the last step, it was then that he finally realized....that he was alone. And they would not be returning home.

His chest squeezed his lungs tightly, his face growing hot, heating up the tears that stung his vision. Everything was blurry. He clutched onto his chest and gripped his head as he sobbed silently. No noise daring to escape, remaining trapped in his throat.

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