England X Dead! Reader - Resurrection

1. Hair

Right, I know I said I wouldn't upload this much, but I already have about three parts written up so I thought I might as well post one of them. It's not so long, but hopefully I can write something tonight and get it out either tomorrow or the next day! Unfortunately I'm stuck binge watching Inuyasha right now ;-; But, that also means I might make a new story about it, which I actually already started ages ago, though it isn't as big as a priority as the others.
I hope you enjoy!

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Black suits, black dresses, black umbrellas and grey weather. (F/N)'s funeral was like the others held before her's in the very church Arthur was in right now. There were lots of people there to honour (F/N)'s death and remember her life; her measly 20 years of living. Her parents were crying, her friends were sobbing, but Arthur felt empty.

He couldn't cry, as if he had become numb, just as numb as he'd felt when he'd gotten the news of her death. A car hat hit her as she was driving to his house and she'd died on impact, nothing to be done to save her. Arthur had felt numb ever since.

People spoke about (F/N) up at the front of the church, next to her open casket, then a song played as everyone walked to the front to say a final goodbye. Arthur was the last to approach her. His empty eyes gazed upon her pale body. She was wearing a dress as white as snow, yet was surrounded by colourful flowers. She was holding a bunch of flowers in her hand too. She was dead, cold and pale, while the rest of the world around her remained colourful. Arthur sat by her casket, doing nothing but staring.

Alfred had left, convinced by Matthew and Francis to leave Arthur alone for now, after all, out of all them, Arthur was the closest to (F/N).

Time didn't seem to pass while Arthur sat in complete isolation in the church. No one bothered him for hours, and the sun had started to set before Arthur realised how long it had been. He gazed at (F/N)'s face, lifting his hand to stroke her cold cheek.

He'd never told her..

Finally the tears came along with that thought. The salty water streamed down his face, dropping onto the white, marble floor below. The echoes of his sobs bounced off the church walls but no one was there to hear them but himself. He missed her; he wanted her back; he wanted to see her again.

He wanted to see her alive.

Arthur stroked her head, feeling the softness of her hair. He held the strands of her soft, (H/C) hair as the same thoughts passed through his mind. He wanted to see her alive. He wanted to see her laugh, he wanted to tell her things he hadn't told her, but he wanted to say them to living flesh, not a dead corpse. He kept hold of her hair.

His eyebrows furrowed. He could.. No. He promised never to do that! But.. It was (F/N). He couldn't live without her, he just knew it. He had already cried so much, he knew soon he'd go back to his state of numbness and he'd never get out of it. He needed her. He bit his lip and forced himself to stop crying, wiping any remaining tears with his free hand.

He was going to do the unthinkable.

Using whatever sharp object he could find, he cut off the strands of hair that he had been tightly holding for the past few minutes. His breathing was almost erratic and his eyes were wide. He was actually doing this. He knew of a way to do it and he'd try like hell to achieve it.

Hair.

That was something he'd need to do this, to bring her back. He tied the hair up to keep it together, and put it in his pocket. He looked at (F/N)'s face for once last time.

He was going to bring her back.

His eyes burned with resolve and his eyebrows furrowed in anger. No matter what it took, no matter who he had to go through to do this, he'd do it. His resolve was strong, and he finally, after staring out at the casket for hours, turned his back and walked out the doors with something to fulfil.

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And the path to craziness begins for poor Arthur, and because I enjoy this kinda stuff, I'm having real fun driving this poor little cinnamon roll insane. Very sorry, Arthur.
Hopefully some of you who follow me enjoy dark stuff, so I hope you enjoy this too! Thank you for reading!