Depressed! America x Dead! Reader: Too Late

___________ had been his everything. On that fateful day Alfred had planned to propose, but it was not to be. His happiness, his love –hell, his LIFE – was stolen from him. All that was left was an immortal shell (for he could not die), the spirit inside had long since died out. As Alfred blinked back his tears he reminisced; it had been a beautiful, golden day...

[ FLASHBACK]

 The sun shone on ________’s hair, bouncing off it, seemingly creating a halo above her head. That depiction wasn’t too far off. Alfred was almost blinded by her beauty and soul, almost as if she was actually a celestial being. The young couple walked hand-in-hand down the path, watching as children played in the park. Some falling over, only to jump back up again and play, such as the stamina of a child. ________ giggled. Her voice was lilting and sweet, a musical harmony to her lover’s ears.

“What are you laughing at dudette?” Alfred questioned.

“It’s nothing.” ________ chirruped. She then changed her mind and decided to tell, after seeing Alfie’s large puppy-ish eyes.

“OK. Fine I’ll tell you. I was just remembering how Arthur was at the bar yesterday. He was so drunk! It’s a good thing we got out while we did, I think I would’ve been traumatised if we stayed to see what stunts he pulled afterwards.” They both laughed as they remembered how a certain Brit had gotten up on the bar counter, and started stripping, sexy dancing the whole time. The couple had managed to get out before the trousers came off, however Arthur’s shirt, shoes, socks, coat and tie had all been on the floor.

_________ looked to her right, glancing the elderly couple sitting on the bench. This allowed Alfred to stare at her and move a piece of ___(h/l) (h/c) ____ away from her face. _______ turned around.

“So, where are we going anyway?” she questioned.

“It’s a surprise, baby. You’ll just have to wait and see…” ________ harrumphed in response. She hated being left out of the loop, she preferred to always plan what happened to her and where she was going. Her childish boyfriend (not that she minded him being childish, he could be all man when you wanted him to be //shot//) preferred to do things on whim, constantly dragging _______ wherever and whenever he felt like it. 

As ________ finished humming her song they reached a crossing, the road was quiet so they transferred to the other side of the road. As they did ______ reached into her pocket for her phone, realising it wasn’t there she panicked. Spinning round, and letting go of Alfred’s hand in the process. ________ looked around her surroundings, she must have dropped it close by.

Alfie turned with a confused expression on his face, “baby?”

“Hang on Alfie, I’ve dropped my phone somewhere and –

Oh. There it is..”

_______ started to cross the road, not realising that a car – driving way above the set speed limit of 30 – was on the road. Alfred realised too late, he ran towards her too late. All he saw was his beautiful _____ stand up and smile, phone in hand, before she was crushed. He heard a sickening ‘THUMP!’ and opened his mouth to scream, however, no sound came out of his mouth. It was as if his throat had closed up. The driver didn’t even stop, it was a hit-and-run situation. Alfred ran towards ________, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and calling an ambulance. Alas, yet again, he was too late. Later, Alfred would learn that _______ had died upon impact - the car had snapped her neck, severing her spinal cord, she was dead before she hit the ground – but at that moment all he could think about was the fact that she had to live. There was no alternative, he couldn’t imagine his life without her.

Alfie knelt down next to his girlfriend, wracking his brain for first aid. That was it, he had to staunch the flow of blood, and then he could see if CPR was needed. Alfie looked down, there were too much blood, flowing from all over her body. There was a deep gash on that beautiful face and gravel had gotten into a cut on her arm. __________ was bleeding heaviest from wounds on her left thigh and abdomen. Alfred took off both his belt and his shirt; balling-up the top component he pressed it against her stomach, blood quickly stained his shirt, like a morbid pattern of flowers blooming across the fabric. Still applying pressure on ________’s tummy he grabbed his brown, leather belt and fastened it around her left leg, just above the injury, creating a tourniquet.

Now Alfred looked down at his broken lover, her neck was twisted in an awkward angle. Holding the back of ________’s neck lightly, he placed it on his lap, creating a semblance of normality. A tear dripped down his flawless face, landing on hers. However, ________ did not stir.

“Baby? Baby, can you hear me? You stay alive, OK. For me. The ambulance is on the way. You stay alive.”

 ________ didn’t utter a word, her beautiful ___ (e/c)____ orbs were lifeless. They had been shining with such joy and laughter a few moments ago.

“I was too late… I’m sorry…. I was too late…..” pained tears trickled down Alfred’s face as he spoke, he was too late, in every sense.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Alfred was jolted out of his reverie by a passing car. He had discovered his aversion of car ever since that day, he wouldn’t even get close enough to touch one. Alfred rubbed his face with his hands, drawing circles around his temples. He was wasting away. His fingers were like pencils, his bones jutting at his skin, looking as if they were about to poke out. It had been three months since _________ had died. There wasn’t a day that went by when he didn’t think about her, and wish she was still alive. At his side. But she wasn’t, she never would be again, unless….

Alfred shook his head to rid his mind of the thought. No. _______ would get angry with him…… Yet, ________ wasn’t here anymore. She had gone to a better place, a place he wanted to join her in, for there was no happiness in this world. Only resentment and misery. Most of all, Alfred wanted to see his angel again. Hold her in his arms, stroke her soft hair, kiss her pink lips, just to be near her would be enough. Standing up he quickly went inside, grabbing a piece of paper he scribbled a note: ‘goodbye.’ Going out into the corridor, Alfred placed the note on the table. He would be seeing his love soon.

Alfred walked out of the house, and took a good look around. He seemed to notice everything now. How the wind caressed his skin; how the grass was a million different shades of green, and how his jeans hung loosely from his hips, when they had fit snugly a few months prior. Alfie sighed, this would all be over soon. Walking up to the edge of the pavement he caught sight of his friend Francis. The Frenchman was a known womaniser, but he had always been just friendly to ________, respecting Alfred’s wishes. Francis glanced up from his walk and saw Alfred, he waved and smiled. Alfie smiled slightly and raised his hand in a half-hearted wave, then he briskly stepped out onto the road, into the path of an oncoming car. Francis, now realising what was happening, shouted: “ Alfred, NON!”

There was a squealing of breaks and breaking of bones, but it was too late…