England x reader Rosaline

“Hey (Name), it’s been a while since I visited you.” an accented voice pierced the darkness dissolving into white smoke.

“I brought you flowers, your favorites, I’m sorry I didn’t visit earlier, I got really busy and….” He trailed off, not expecting an answer.

Arthur sat down, disregarding the soil on his dress pants.

“Lets start over okay love? Hey (Name) how have you been. It’s me Arthur…. Shit, I’m bad at this,” Arthur said running his long fingered hands through gently tousled locks.

Arthur sighed deeply, sorrow lacing his every word “remember back a long time when we were in college and I finally got up the nerve to ask you out to your favorite cafe, Cafe Rosaline, I was shaking so hard you thought I was sick and I was so surprised when you said yes, after months of merely viewing you from across the classroom I finally saw you truly up close. and then three months later when I told you I loved you in our favorite seat right by the fire at Rosaline’s and you were laughing so hard you couldn't answer.”

“Do you remember in that same Cafe after your mother died you broke down in our favorite seats and told me how afraid you were, afraid of dying and never completing any of your goals. Right there in that cafe we wrote a list on a slightly stained napkin, a list of everything we ever wanted to do. We did so many things on this list together

“Number one was fall in love, I had that one covered from the second I met you and I tried to give you a reason to love me every day we were together.” Arthur stated, tears dripping down his cheeks gently.

“Number three is get engaged, The day I finally asked you to marry me out front of Rosaline’s, the magnolia were blooming and falling on the pavement like feathers from a dove. My brothers made fun of me for months, called me foolish and sentimental but, you loved it.” He said happily

“Number six was get married, I swear I will never forget anything about that day, even when I’m old and gray. I will never forget the way your hair fell past your nervous eyes. As you walked down the aisle I could have never thought of anything more beautiful if I lived a thousand years.” Arthur said his tears now flowing.

“Number 12 watch the sunset over Makena state park hawaii, this was my surprise five year anniversary gift to you, to be able to see ‘the green flash’ sunset in hawaii, you were so excited and as the sun set on us I felt that our love was going to last forever like an immovable feature of the earth.”

“Number seventy eight was to sleep in a castle, One night while we were still dating, over a diet of secrets and raspberry frosting we amended our list to add this secret wish. On our honeymoon we planned to go to a gorgeous castle but the harsh winter storm stopped us from flying there. We made do and found a flight to a small village in Ireland and rented out a small cottage for the week, among the sprawling hills you seemed truly at home, and to this day I truly wonder what I did to deserve someone as perfect as you. Those days I thought you were most beautiful only to be proved wrong every day I was with you.” Arthur spoke softly around a small smile coating his lips.

“And then the last day you spent with me, that day started like any other, how deceptively sweet was the day you left me. You called me from the kitchen told me the baby was coming.” Arthur said sadly  “Number seventeen, have a baby. She was a month early. When I was finally allowed in the room all the nurses would tell me was that there were some complications. I swear my heart stopped beating for a moment, I was afraid for the baby, our little Rosaline, but I never thought it could have been you who was the complication. As our beautiful daughter’s soul entered the world yours escaped, what a cruel exchange we call life.” Arthur spoke bitterly.

“(Name) I am trying my best to raise our daughter without you, the daughter you loved more than the world, the daughter you never got to hold, the daughter with your beautiful eyes. Rosaline just started kindergarten. I’m trying my best to raise her to be a good girl, but most of the time I feel like I’m drowning, sinking below the surface.” He spoke remorsefully.


Arthur stood brushing off dirt and memories. “I’ll try to visit again next week” Arthur said.

Arthur slid his pale hand across the cold headstone of (Name) (Surname) wishing just once more he could feel her soft warm skin against his gentle hands.

"I will never forget you (Name).... my love" Arthur spoke softly, his words being snatched away by the jealous wind.