England X Reader - Mistake

Mistake

Beeps of the heart monitor filled the room. Arthur sat on a chair next to the pristine, white bed that his roommate peacefully slept in. (F/N) (L/N) was in a coma. No one knew when she'd wake up, and it was one big waiting game.

Arthur couldn't stop feeling guilty. It consumed his mind, his heart, and his whole body. He'd stopped eating, stopped smiling, and he couldn't bring himself to do any of the things he liked to do anymore; not without her.

Everyone had tried to cheer him up, and tell him it wasn't his fault, but he didn't believe that, because he knew it was all his fault.

He shouldn't have argued with her. He should've shut up, and apologised. He should have just brushed off the matter, and they could still be continuing with their lives right now. He shouldn't have shouted at her over something so trivial!

Mean, horrible words—that's what pushed her to run away. He thought maybe she'd come home after a while, and when she didn't, he went to look for her only to find her in a hospital, with machines hooked up to her just to keep her alive.

Her (S/C) skin torn, and ripped. Her bones broken. Her (H/C) hair sprawled out on the hospital bed pillow. Her beautiful, captivating, (E/C) eyes hidden from the world. (F/N) (L/N) had been caught in a car crash.

Arthur blamed himself. There was nothing else he could do, but blame himself.

He loved her, and now thanks to him, she was on the brink of death. Barely hanging on, the machines that were hooked up to her were the only things keeping her alive.

He wanted her back.

He wanted to see her again.

He wanted to hold her.

He wanted to apologise.

He wanted to tell her he loved her.

So when he was at the hospital to visit her once again, and his eyes caught her finger twitch, to say the least, he was ecstatic.

He instantly stood up from his seat as he watched the life come back into his childhood friend, and crush.

She opened her eyes drowsily.

Arthur couldn't stop grinning as she awoke.

He had her back.

He could see her again. 

He could hold her.

He could apologise.

He could tell her he loved her.

...

But... He couldn't, could he?

"(F/N)!? Y-You're awake! I-Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

Her curious, and confused (E/C) gaze bored into Arthur's green eyes. Her (H/C) hair, that had now grown long from the many months she had been here, curtained the sides of her face.

Arthur eagerly awaited a response.

Was she mad?

Was she happy?

Was she as relieved as Arthur?

No.

"... Who... Who are you?"

Arthur felt his whole world crumble down beneath him. He felt like he was falling into a pit of despair. He didn't even answer the girl's questions, and remained unresponsive as doctors and nurses rushed in to look after the now awakened (F/N).

One of the nurses led him outside into the waiting area, and tried to guide him out of his shock.

They assured him there was still hope.

It may not be permanent.

She would remember him in time.

But...

"We're sorry Mr.Kirkland there's nothing we can do." The doctor said, tearing away Arthur's last shred of hope, and ripping it into one million pieces. "It's permanent, and she doesn't remember anything."

"... Nothing...?" Arthur echoed the doctors words.

The girl he loved, the girl he wanted to one day have a family with, remembered nothing.

Not him.

Not her past.

And it was permanent.

How do you get a friendship like that back?

...

"I'm really sorry I can't remember you Arthur... I really wish I could..." (F/N) muttered, guilt lacing her voice as she twiddled her fingers trying to talk to this now almost emotionless man.

She shouldn't be guilty.

He was to blame.

"Don't worry about it, it's not your fault.." He replied in a monotone voice.

"Were we good friends?" She asked, curiously. Arthur felt his heart crack.

"Yeah.. Yeah, we were..." He muttered, fighting back the tears that were filling his eyes.

It was never the same again.

They were friends.

They carried on with their lives as roommates, (F/N) oblivious to the time they spent together in the past.

From there it just began to split.

Arthur couldn't deal with the guilt every time he saw her.

He grew cold and distant, and wouldn't talk to her much any more.

It was all too painful.

They parted ways.

They grew distant, and Arthur would never get to tell her how much he loved her; how much he was sorry.

How much he regretted his mistake. That one, stupid mistake.

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Happiness amiright, but I hope you guys enjoyed this bitter story! I'll see you the next time I post I guess!