Alfred blinked a bit and sighed. "You want my past... and why I love you. The second one is simpler than the first... I don't want to answer either question, but I don't have a choice, do I?"
"If you don't want me to be pissed at you for all eternity, then yes, I want answer."
Alfred sighed, "Then I guess I have no choice. It all started when..."
Past-
Alfred stood behind his mother as she protected her son from flying beer bottles. Mattie was clinging to Alfred, and yet he didn't mind. The only thing he minded was his mother being hit with them. Alfred, being six with a hero complex, knew he had to do something.
"Stop!" he yelled, running in front of his mother. His drunken father glared at him, slurring, "And what are you gonna do about it?"
He sounded so childish, his mother almost giggled. Almost. Giggling could cause her death. Alfred shook with anger. This wasn't right. Any man who hit his wife and children deserved death. Alfred grabbed a shard and raced forward, "I'll kill you!"
And that's what he did. His mother wasn't horrified. His brother was traumatized. And Alfred... Alfred was still furious. Age six... one death.
Fast forward eight years-
Alfred sat with his mother in the garden, laughing as they planted sunflower seeds. At age fourteen, he loved gardening when it was just him and his mother. She laughed a little, blonde hair blowing through the wind. She had the bluest eyes... they were much like Alfred's. His mother looked over at him, eyes widening a little, "Alfred, watch your-"
Alfred lifted his arm, seeing a dead dragonfly stuck to his arm. His mother finished, "-elbow..."
Dragonflies were precious to the two. They were beautiful, but they held deeper meaning than just beautiful. Alfred turned to his mother. "I'm so sorry mom."
His mother smiled. "Don't be Alfred, its quite alright. We can bury it in a special place."
"Special place?"
"Yes sir. A very special place."
Age 14... two deaths.
Two years later-
Alfred and Matthew sat by their mother's bedside. She was ill and would die soon... in twenty-two minutes to be exact. Alfred hadn't shed a single tear, only comforting Matthew when he did. Their mother looked at them, smiling. Even with death so close, she could smile like she used to.
"Matthew... I want you to remain sweet and strong.. always loving maple and being the best you that you can be. Don't let anyone tell you that you don't exist... you're alive and in this world because you do exist Matthew, you do," she said gently, reaching out to touch his face. Matthew allowed her, more tears streaming down his face.
"I love you mother," Matthew sobbed, looking at her. He couldn't bear to look at her, but he had to. Even if she looked so exhausted and sick... and ready to die.
"I love you too Mattie..."
Matthew sobbed into his brother's chest, allowing his twin to keep him close.
"And Alfred... always remain strong. Stick up for your brother and keep loving your freedom. Keep allowing yourself to be you. I want you to know that it's going to be okay... that I'll still be with you no matter what, both of you. But mainly Alfie..." Death arrived at the wrong time, not allowing her to finish her sentence. Alfred stared at her gentle face and smile. He'd never hear her finish her sentence. And guilt crashed down on him.
Back to the hospital room-
Alfred was in tears as the words left his mouth shakily, "Age sixteen... three deaths."
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RomanceAlfred is your typical bad boy, scary, rebellious, and feared by all. Except when he meets a barista that'll show a different side to him completely. That barista? His name is Arthur Kirkland and he goes to school with the bad boy. The problem with...
