𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐀. 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

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The lights were starting to flicker and he was dipping in and out of consciousness. The red light of the stoplight flared green but the impact immediately came after it. Arthur remembered the way the movement made him jolt up in his seat. Their car was out of control and they collided with a brick wall. Their airbags were pressed against them and Arthur was in a hurry to push the seatbelt off of him.

He remembered how she felt against him. She was limp and her bones felt brittle against his grasp. Her (h/c) locks hid her bruised face. He shook her to try and wake her up, but nothing was working. He couldn't hear her breathe anymore. He could hear his past self shouting her name, but she couldn't move. Sirens from his memory matched the whistles heard throughout the bar. It made it worse for him.

It looped over and over again. His outside body was still, with his eyes blinking occasionally. He kept his glance on the wooden counter as he suffered through the flashback.

Finally, he could feel himself physically move. Someone was shaking him, trying to get him out of his panicked state. The Brit noticed his quick breathing and forced himself to calm down. His eyes blinked once, twice, before he moved his hand. He loosened his grip on his drinking glass.

How long has it been? It felt like a few seconds, but maybe he was here for a few hours. He couldn't hear that many people in the tavern anymore. The television no longer played the football broadcast.

The bartender stared at him. "Are you doing alright? You were quieter than usual and I saw you just sitting. Nearly broke my glass there. Do you need me to call medical?" Arthur finally connected gazes with the worker before he waved a hand.

"I'm okay. Don't worry about me." He had to lie. He didn't want to deal with anything else today. Having medical personnel come over to help him was troublesome. It's happened once and he doesn't want it to happen again. Arthur could take care of himself just fine.

His hand slid the shot glass over to the tender so he could clean it. Once he was done, the man paid the remaining costs for the night before hopping off of the barstool. He grabbed his suitcase and his black jacket and walked out the door. He had the keys to his car in his pocket somewhere but found himself lazy to fish it out.

Arthur stood in the parking lot with his emerald green irises stuck on the door handle. The rain soaked him. He couldn't move. He still thought about (Y/n). The emotions were marching back again.

Before that could happen, his body immediately found the strength to open the door. The car let out the cold that accumulated inside. Kirkland tucked himself in the driver's seat, tossing his briefcase to the side. His jacket was discarded and his hand loosened the red tie around his neck.

It was suffocating him, though it wasn't put on tightly.

His pale hands gripped the steering wheel as he stared straight ahead. He didn't want to drive, but he needed to leave right now before things get worse for him. He started his car and finally drove away from the bar parking lot. He lived close by, he should be able to get home as soon as possible. Arthur followed the road safety laws and made sure that he was safe in his car.

The memories rang in his mind. The sirens were looping over and over again, but he wasn't spacing out. The man pulled up to the driveway of his small cottage. It wasn't the house he shared with (Y/n) before. He could never live in that house again. Arthur grabbed his belongings and approached his home. His neighbors were unaware of his arrival.

Good.

He fished out his house keys from his damp pockets and unlocked the front door.

It was as cold as ever, but he blames that on the age of the home. It was old and the walls were creaking. It's the most he could afford, especially in the state that he was in. He's in good standing, but he hasn't been performing well. His job could be taken from him at any moment and he'd have to look for another. His bank account lacked funds to keep him afloat if he was ever unemployed.