Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-Final Chapter

What's the saddest thing about losing your parent at a young age?
God, I think the aftermath would be the hardest thing. Your other parent is completely distraught and set on being the most broken human being ever to exist. My dad, after my other father died..he was so different. Sure, he raised me so well, he made my childhood great but he truly never was the same. We would go to places he'd gone with my father, and he'd just bawl. We could never go back to Hawaii, and we barely went to London. Barely.

Oh? I skipped introduction? My apologies. My father would be rather angry about that. My name is Elizabeth Rae Kirkland-Jones. There's another name but hell, that's long enough. My father, Arthur called me Eliza. He grew me up to the best of his abilities before dying of cancer when I was twelve. My other father, Alfred F. Jones, used to model and travel the world alongside my Dad. They were easily the most in love couple I ever will have met.

They spoke of this concept my whole life. Forever and Always. They stuck by it. Even whilst separated. They were still together. They loved each other so much. Through thick and thin? They truly meant it.

A year after my dad Alfred's death fifteen years later, I discovered old notebooks from my parents. They were like diaries telling each other's stories in their point of views. I read through every page, they telling their own story of their loves to each other. Even..those moments. That was awkward from a daughters point of view.

But, I realised what I had at hand. I loved my parents so much, and they loved each other and I so much more. Their story needed to be told. So, I told it. Piecing together enough of their writing I created a story. Thus, Forever and Always is Complicated was born.

I think back to my childhood and how much they truly loved each other with this story. Even in their own writings they explained how dear they were to each other. Whilst even adding old stories in there of flashbacks they would have of the past.

Alfred and Arthur were entities that fought, made up, and fought more. But they both returned to the same bed nine out of ten times. My father's death shook the very foundation of that, and still Alfred managed to make it last a lifetime. My parents dying was of course two of the hardest moments of my life but I hope I can follow in their footsteps, raising my three children how they would have raised me if they were still alive.

Forever and always is something that I want to have. It's what I've always wanted for myself, and my children. I believe I have found it in a childhood friend, the father of my children, but you never know. That's why, that is exactly why it is complicated.

Francis Bonnefoy treated me like his only child as well, he can not go unnoticed. As well as my uncle, Matthew Williams. These two helped me through some of my darkest times, planning my dad's—Alfred's—funeral and moving on. We all suffered, hell, Matthew lost his only brother. My uncle Peter was awesome too. Although he's always been like a big brother to me.
These individuals really helped shape me into the woman I am today, telling the story of the two men that allowed me to have this chance.

The day of Arthur's funeral there was a photo taken of my father and I, my hand over my heart, telling him for forever and always, I would be like Arthur. I held on to that photo. It would become many magazine covers after my dad Alfred died. It symbolised something to everyone, and would become one of the most famous pieces of my time. All thanks to Francis Bonnefoy and myself for letting it be known.

Although my parents story has ended tragically, leaving only me to tell it, I will not say that they did not get the ending they desperately deserved. They got the closure, they get to love each other in Heaven once again. Holding each other, loving each other. For an endless amount of time I could only hope.

Now I am a grown woman raising my own children. I tell them stories of my parents, I tell them what they have known to be as the forever family. There were no wrongs, my parents were always right.
I miss them every day, and I hope in telling their story they find each other easier, and fall in love with each other again and again.

That is only wish, no matter how complicated. Alfred and Arthur remain forever and always.

My name is Eliza Kirkland-Jones Beilshmidt. And you now know my father's story.