Cold

Cold

A usuk fic/oneshot?
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You are gone. Where are you? Why have you left me all alone at his, at your mercy? You are here, with your gorgeous green eyes and messy dirty blonde hair, but you, the one I love, are not here. That man is not you. The light in your eyes had been replaced with a shadow, a dangerous glint that sends shivers down my spine, and you have been replaced with him.

I miss you. I miss the way you'd look at me with love in your eyes, the way you'd hold me close and all my troubles would disappear. But no longer. Where did you go? Instead of warmth and love, there is just cold.

I remember when it started, when you started to disappear. At first, it would be brief; you'd snap at me with sharp words that'd cut me into pieces, and then you'd return, heal my wounds, and everything would be okay. But then your absences became more frequent, your returns less so.

But now you've stopped coming back. And yet here I've stayed, waiting, hoping you'll return to me.

Please.

Please come back to me.
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"Alfred you are a complete and utter fool, I cannot fathom your stupidity and how you manage to be a bloody imbecile. Are you able to do even one thing right? I-"

Your words cut deep, like knives. I cannot seem to hide the pain you inflict on me, it shows plain on my face and you see it. Yet you do nothing.

"You're a pitiful excuse for a pirate, for a member of my crew, and for a person-are you listening to me??!?" Alfred studied his shoes and the smaller man seethed, his eyes full of fury.

SLAP

"I think a night in the brig might do you some good, don't you?" Arthur asked coldly, and then walked away. Alfred was kneeling, holding his cheek and tears trickling down his face.

I'm starting to lose hope. The Arthur I fell in love with never would've done that, never could've been so...cold.
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The blue eyed man sat in darkness, shivering and miserable.

So this is the brig.

He looked around, but he couldn't see much due to the lack of light.

I'm so hungry. How could be be so cruel? How could anyone be so heartless to someone they love?

And in that moment, Alfred understood something crucial.

No one. No one could do this, could treat their love the way Arthur treats me.
Which means...
Arthur doesn't love me.
My Arthur, the one that I fell in love with, loved me. But the current Arthur is someone else, someone foreign.

Alfred slowly laid down on the cold, damp floor, his heart broken.

It's time for me to leave, find my little brother Matthew and start over...
I'll do it tomorrow.

His eyelids drooped and he cried himself to sleep.