“Shut the fuck up Francis! I’ve heard enough of your goddamn excuses!”

“please, mon amor, I promise I-”

“I don’t fucking care! You were just out with Gil and Antonio, FINE! But what were you out doing Francis? You never tell me anything anymore! How much longer do you expect me to put up with that?”

“HEY! Franny! Stop zoning out man, we’re starting to get worried!” Francis snapped his head up quickly, returning his attention to the present. The worried eyes of his two best friends stared at him intently.

“Are you alright?” Antonio asked, much softer than Gilbert had.

The Frenchman smiled, easily shoving down the guilt and sadness that had risen in his throat. “Oui! I was just enjoying the wine. It really is some of the best!” He raised his glass to Antonio, grinning ear to ear. “Thank you, mon ami.”

If the others noticed the sadness gathered around his eyes, they said nothing.

Later, after his friends had left, Francis sat on his bed, paper and a pencil settled on his lap. Silently, he bit his lip and began to write.

Arthur,

you are so beautiful. I think I’ll miss that. Do your remember cheri, when we walked for hours on the beach? I laughed at you because you blended in so well with the sand, with your skin as pale as the pounded crystal.

I think you hit me then, but I don’t quite remember, because after you kissed me for hours, and that’s really all that matters.

I promised you that day, that I would never leave your side. I offered you a ring to prove it, but you said you didn’t need such silly trinkets.

promises are not always made in vain. And I promise you this:

I’ll love you till I die. Up to the very second of my passing, know that my thoughts are all for you. and after, when the angels take me back with them, I’ll be calling your name. I’ll tell them all how lovely you are. I’ll tell them all the wonderful things you do. I’ll tell them about how well you care for your brother, how sweet you are to your friends, and how strong you are in the face of danger. I’ll tell them how soft your lips are, and I’ll make sure they keep you safe for me. And I’ll beg them to please, please tell you I’m sorry.

Please try to forgive me.

With all my love,

Francis Bonnefoy.

He smiled down at the letter in his hands. With a rustle of sheets, he lifted the gun from the bed next to him. As he pressed the cold metal to his head he clutched the paper in his free hand.

And just like that, he pulled the trigger.

———————————————————————————————————————-

Inspired by this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=VgyrBYlr3dA&NR=1