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Act I, Scene VI: Joyful Dawn.



And just like that, you opened your eyes.

“I DON’T WANT TO DIE— wh-what the—!?”

You sat up straight in bed, started, and rolled off of the mattress all in a single breath. Landing on the floor with a loud THUMP! you sat there, stunned as the air was knocked out of you. You laid there for awhile, staring up at the ceiling. A large, stupid smile began to spread across your face until finally, you suddenly jumped to your feet.  

“Alive! I’m alive!” The smile was so wide now, your cheeks were beginning to ache. “Blimey! I’m….I’m….I’M ALIVE!” You suddenly broke out into a fit of laughter. “I’m alive!” A sudden beam of light broke through the curtains, and you rushed over to part them, letting in a whole golden glow of warm sunlight. “Oh, thank you Alfred! Thank you Matthew! And thank you, Peter! I’M ALIVE AND WELL! I CAN CHANGE!”

You rushed to open the window. You fumbled with the latch, then quickly swung the window open, stuck your head out, and breathed in the fresh, clean air of winter. You laughed aloud once more, relief filling your entire being with absolute joy. You turned around and hurried over to your closet, proceeding to change into something more suitable for the weather outside and the importance of this day. Then you ran to the door of your bedroom, yanked it open, and ran downstairs. Once you reached the foyer you spun in circles and danced your way over to the kitchen. As you did so, you bumped into one of your head maids.

“M-Mistress! O-Oh my, I’m so sorry—”

“Nonsense! There’s nothing to be sorry for!” You seized her hands and spun around in circles once again. “Oh, Michelle, have you ever seen anything more lovely? Look at the brilliant light of day; that golden sunshine! Oh my, it’s good to be alive today! The air is chilly and the snow sparkles, and low and behold….IT’S CHRISTMAS MORNING!” You laughed again for the countless time this morning, but as your eyes landed on the bare walls of the foyer, you stopped and smacked your forehead, releasing the young maid’s hands as you did so. “No, no, no! This simply will not do! Michelle, we must decorate this house at once! There’s no Christmas cheer! No decorations, no festive candles or wreaths! Oh goodness me, what am I to do!? Come then, we must tell the others to start decorating! There’s things to be done!”

You grabbed Michelle’s wrist and pulled her into the large kitchen. “My staff, cease working! We have more important things to do!” Everyone shot to attention, literally dropping the things they were holding and staring at you, awaiting orders. “Ah, relax! We have joyful things to be done! Quick, someone grab the holly, and you, find the wreaths! We must fill the house with the life and joy of Christmas!” You rushed over to the shelves and began pulling down ingredients for all sorts of Christmas treats. “You there, help me with this! We should have biscuits and cakes and puddings ready! Oh, what of the nutmeg and coffee and cider? The big Christmas feast! Oh, we have nothing prepared! I shall go out and buy us a turkey at once! And a ham, and beef, and everything we need to have the most wonderful supper of them all! And I shall invite the entire city of London to attend!” You clapped your hands. “This will be the best Christmas London has experienced in a long time! We shall make it that!”

As you sprinted around the kitchen, the cooking staff first stared at you with shock. Then a smile or two came to the faces of the younger men and women, and eventually, the whole staff was grinning. Gradually, people began to join you, laughing and singing filling the kitchen as you all worked. Michelle was beside you, rolling dough for biscuits, while you prepared warm, delicious apple cider for the crowds that would soon come to your home.

Imagine the surprise and utter shock of the other people in the mansion who came to the kitchen for a quick breakfast, only to find their head mistress, who was one to spit upon those who celebrated Christmas, singing and laughing and working harder than anyone else. Lucille, one of the teenage maids who tended to the laundry, came up beside the head chef of the kitchen and whispered, “Has the Mistress gone mad?”

The head chef, named Yao, chuckled and said, “If she has, none of us are complaining. This, we’ve been told, is how she used to be as a child before Ivan tainted her. Whatever happened last night, thank God for, because she has had a miraculous change of heart.”

Lucille smiled and dashed off to tell the others of the Mistress’ sudden repentance. While you, now finished with the apple cider, suddenly shouted, “OH! I must spread word of my invitation to everyone in London! All must come attend this Christmas celebration!” You waved to everyone in the kitchen and said, “All of you, continue to cook this wonderful feast! Then tell everyone in this mansion of the plans for tonight! Decorate our house in the finest tinsel, the most amazing ornaments you can buy! Take money from my vault and purchase as many decorations you can find! Then, run home to your families and invite them to my celebration! I want everyone to come! I want to see new and old faces!”

“But, Mistress….” Yao said, “you said ‘our house’. What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s plenty of rooms in this mansion of mine. I know not all members of my staff have homes adequate enough to support their family. So I’m opening my home to you in hopes some of you may want to move in…? It gets quite lonely here at night with no one to keep me company….” Many of the room’s occupants gasped, and you smiled. “Now off you go! Everyone ready this house for the happy celebration that will take place here tonight!” You turned and, without another word, rushed out of the kitchen and to the front door. You reached for the coat on the floor that you had strewn off last night and slipped it on, buttoning it up before skipping outside and shutting the door softly behind you.

Quickly, you set off down the path and out onto the streets of London. You arrived at the butcher’s shop minutes later and smiled at the man standing behind the counter. “Merry Christmas, Im~! Wonderfully chilly morning, isn’t it? Would you mind asking Kiku to deliver the largest turkey you have to my mansion? Before at least noon, if that’s possible…? Oh! And I’m having a Christmas celebration tonight, beginning at four-ish. Would you like to come?”  

The Korean behind the wooden counter stared at you in slight shock for a moment before seeming to recover. Shaking his head slightly, he blinked before beaming at you and yelling, “Coming right up! I’ll do it ‘cause turkey originated in Korea, da-ze! And of course we’ll come!”

“Im Yong Soo, how many times have I asked you not to yell—?” Kiku emerged from the back, holding a ladle, only to land eyes on you. “G-Good morning, (Surname)-san. M-May I help you?”

“Ah, good morning to you as well, Kiku! Hope you’re having a bloody amazing Christmas! I wish I could stay and chat longer, but as I mentioned to Yong Soo here, I’m in a hurry because I’m having a Christmas party later on tonight! I told Yong Soo you’re both welcome to come, and spread the message, would you? I want as many of my old friends to come as possible!”

Kiku’s jaw dropped, but he nodded slowly. “H-Hai. I’ll do that, (Surname)-san.”

You shook your head. “Call me (Name), Kiku~! I don’t mind!”

“A-Ah….of course, (Name)-chan.”

“Much better! Then I’ll see you tonight?”

“OF COURSE, DA-ZE!” Yong Soo shouted, only to be whacked upside the head by the ladle Kiku was holding.

“Don’t be improper!”

Chuckling, you turned and headed out the door. “See you tonight!” You exited the butcher’s shop and headed in the direction of your shop, grabbing for the key in your pocket to open the door. Quickly, you rushed in and searched for the envelope that contained the profit Arthur had counted out yesterday. You found it easily and, once exiting and locking the shop up behind you, you hurried off to the Kirkland’s hovel on the outskirts of town. You inwardly thanked Matthew for taking you there, now knowing where they lived.

You arrived at the small house several minutes later. Feeling a bit nervous, you clenched the envelope full of money tightly in your left hand while you raised your right to knock. You waited about three seconds, then the door opened. Arthur himself was standing there, head turned in the opposite direction as he scolded two young red-headed twins who were running around the room….you remembered Matthew had told you they were named Seamus and Kane. The eldest one….Allistor, picked the two troublemakers and flipped them upside-down, which sent both children into squeals of laughter. Someone else came into the room, yelling at Allistor to set the twins down….it was the third oldest….Dylan. Peter followed Dylan as well, slowly on his crutches.

In seeing Peter, alive and well, your eyes widened and a huge smile split your face. “PETER!” You cried, and sprinted into the house, shooting past Arthur, who let out a yell of shock. “Oh my goodness, you’re alive and well and smiling and happy! Oh, goodness gracious, you don’t know how bloody happy I am! Peter, Peter, Peter, I am never, ever letting you out of my sight! Oh, thank God Himself! You’re alive!” You picked Peter up and hugged him gently, crying now. But this time, tears of joy were sliding down those smooth (s/c) cheeks of yours.

“M-Miss (Surname)!?” Peter stammered, blushing madly. “What….what are you doing here!?”

“Ma’am!” Arthur yelped, looking extremely pale, “w-what are you doing!? Why are you in my house!? You….you gave me the day off, remember!?”

“None of this ‘ma’am’ nonsense!” You exclaimed, holding Peter close. “Call me (Name), Arthur! And to answer your question, I’m here to invite you, as well as your entire family, to a Christmas celebration at my home tonight, beginning at four, but you’re welcome anytime! All are welcome, in fact! And I was hoping you would spread the word!” You kissed Peter’s cheek suddenly and added, “I also wanted to come check on this bloody adorable brother of yours!”

Peter flushed again. “Check on me? Why?”

You chose to avoid his question and beamed at Arthur. “Also, Arthur….” You shifted Peter so he rested on your hip and extended your left hand out to the blonde. “….this is for you.”

He accepted it and looked at you questioningly. “Ma’am—”

“(Name).”

“—(Name)….what are you even—?”

“No questions until you’ve opened the letter, Arthur!”

Still looking quite shocked, Arthur obeyed. He slit open the letter quickly and reached inside, only to choke a bit as he pulled out several hundred pounds. “(N-Name), what is this!?”

“A raise and a gift, of sorts,” you answered, smiling at him softly as you set Peter down on one of the chairs beside their table. You propped Peter’s crutches up beside him before continuing, “I owe you the largest apology out of anyone, Arthur. I’ve been horrible, awful, terrible….the list goes on and on, and I bet you could think of a few more creative names, but there are little ones in the room. But anyway, this is money I think you and your family could use, Arthur. And also, apart from the money, I would like to offer you and your family several rooms in my mansion, located on the top floor. These are the most luxurious of the rooms I have, and I was hoping you would accept and come to live with me, because….” You glanced around at your pitiful surroundings. “….Oh, Arthur, I can barely stand to see you and your family struggling so hard and suffering so much to support yourselves.”

Arthur’s jaw dropped and he stared at you through those deep emerald eyes, shock, disbelief, and slight awe swirling around in the irises. You gave him a small, sheepish smile in return. He gazed at you for what seemed like forever, until finally, he cleared his throat to speak. Slipping the money back into the envelope, he set the small pocket of paper down onto the small wooden table before turning to you. “(Name), I….I honestly don’t know what to say.”

You chuckled weakly. “I….I was hoping to leave you speechless.” Your voice thickened a bit, and you looked down at your feet, regret and remorse welling up within your newly-thawed heart.

You felt a cool hand beneath your chin, tilting it up. You met Arthur’s gaze reluctantly, still feeling that hot, unpleasant shame and guilt. “Thank you,”  he whispered, and the knot within you lessened slightly. “I mean it, (Name)….thank you.”

“Y-You’re….you’re welcome, Arthur.”

He straightened up and offered you a hand. “Why don’t we speak outside?” When you nodded, Arthur turned to look at his brothers. “Allistor, you and Dylan take Peter and the twins out, all right? Tell as many people of (Name)’s party as you can, then head up to her mansion. We’ll meet you there.”

Arthur’s siblings, who had been standing there, looking at you in shock, snapped to attention. Dylan nodded. “Of course, Arthur. We’ll see you then.” He glanced at Allistor, and both began to gather things up and get the other children dressed.

You and Arthur left, hand-in-hand, and began walking along. At first, all was quiet. You both headed down the path in silence, listening to the pressing, otherworldly silence the snow-blanketed world offered you. Then, Arthur broke it. “What….happened?”

You knew what he meant. “Arthur, if I told you….you wouldn’t believe it.” And you left it at that.

He spoke again several minutes later, as you reached the center of the city. Arthur sounded very uncomfortable when he began, “(Name)….yesterday, what you asked of me to do tonight….do you still want it?”

“Asked you to…?” Your cheeks heated a bit, ashamed. “Oh, um….no, Arthur, you don’t need to do that anymore. Enjoy your day off free of any means of payment.”

He gave a small sigh of relief, but muttered, “Although to be honest….I wouldn’t mind it.”

You elbowed him, face a vivid red now. “You’re just saying that to make me feel less guilty.”

Arthur stopped walking. “Am I?” He suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you off of the sidewalk, into the nearest alley. “I mean it, (Name).” He pushed you against the brick wall and chuckled a bit. “You know, after you being in charge all of the time….I’m quite enjoying this.”

“Wh-What are you doing!?” You gasped.

“(Name), at one point….we were childhood friends. Do you remember that?”

“Yes.”

“And at one point, fresh out of school, you hired me to work for you. Do you remember that?”

“….Yes.”

“Do you remember, way back when we were children….those looks I’d give you? Those fleeting, quick looks? And when you caught me staring, I’d look away, embarrassed?”

“I do remember that.” Despite your awkward position, a smile came to your face.

“It’s because I fancied you, love.”

“Wh-Wha—?”

“And even when you were cruel to me, I fancied you. And I hated myself for that.” He shook his head slowly. “It was as if my stubborn heart had complete control over me. That’s why I never quit and searched for another job. That’s why I always agreed to your demands. That’s why I showed up on your doorstep those nights. Because I bloody fancied you.”

Your face was unbearably red now. “B-But Arthur, I was so cruel! I was cold and selfish, a-and undeniably bitchy and awful! How can you say that!?”

“Because I still love you.” Arthur suddenly pulled you into a tight hug. “I knew it….I knew it, (Name)! I knew there was still good in you, and today, you proved it! I don’t know what happened last night, but whatever it was, I thank God for it!” He kissed the top of your head and embraced you even tighter. “You’ve saved my family! This is the (Name) I know and love! Peter won’t have to live so terribly, now! He’ll have a nice mansion to grow up in, instead!” He suddenly pulled away and looked at you, doubt on his face. “I mean….if the offer still stands.”

“Of course it does. You’re welcome to stay with me for as long as you like.” You yanked him by his worn tie back into a hug, and clutched the fabric of his shabby coat in your hands. “Thank you, Arthur. You’ll help me, right? Help me to stay good? I never want to go back to being that old Scrooge I was for the longest time.”

“Of course I’ll help you.” His adorable eyebrows knit, and confusion filled his eyes. “What the bloody hell is a ‘Scrooge’?”

“Ah, just something Alfred told me about….” You replied without thinking.

“A-Alfred?” Arthur’s eyes widened, but you had already moved on. Seizing his hand, you began to skip ahead, out of the alley and down the path, dragging him behind you.

“Right then, off we go! We don’t have a lot of time if we want to spread the word about my Christmas celebration to the entire city of London!”



~*~



You were leaving the kitchen with three glasses of wine balanced precariously in your hands, heading toward the packed family room. You skirted by the dining room table, which Yao, Kiku, and Yong Soo were, and waved at them, before walking through the foyer as well, crossing into the family room. You nodded and smiled slightly at Natalia and Katyusha, who were seated on the brick ledge of the fireplace's hearth. They both returned the smile, although a little nervously. The exchange was a bit awkward, as was the atmosphere between the three of you, but it had lessened somewhat, and for that you were grateful. You also passed by the piano, where Gilbert and Roderich predictably sat. They were both arguing, and Ludwig, who was seated on the chair beside the piano, was trying not to explode from exasperation beside them. You gave him a sympathetic smile, which he returned tiredly, before hurrying back to the couch beside the Christmas tree, where Feliciano and Lovino sat, along with Elizabeta, Francis, and Antonio. Emma and Abel sat across from them, and all were talking happily. You took a seat in between the two Italians and handed them each a glass of wine before taking a sip of your own.

Feliciano scooted over quickly, sandwiching you in between him and Lovino very tightly. He flashed you a cheerful grin before taking a large sip of wine. “Ah, bella, you throw the best parties~!” He sang, chipper as ever.

Grazie, Feli,” you responded, “but back to the topic at hand, I want to apologize again before being so rude yesterday. Honestly, how I didn’t recognize you in the first place is beyond me.”

Bene, ragazza, it’s fine,” Lovino said, drinking from his glass as well before sweeping some dark-chestnut-coloured hair out of his amber eyes. “We knew you didn’t mean it.”

“I’m very glad you’re not angry.” You smoothed down the fabric of your nice dress before continuing, “I would still like to make up my rudeness to you, however. Is that donation plea still open?”

Feliciano’s eyes lit up with happiness. “Oh, grazie, grazie, grazie, (Name)! The organization will be so happy to hear this!”

“How much?” Lovino swirled the wine in his glass around, took another sip, then nearly did a spit-take when you answered,

“I was thinking around fifteen hundred pounds.”

“No one has that much money!”

“You obviously haven’t met me.” You grinned. “So? Accept or decline?”

“ACCEPT!” Feliciano shouted, and jumped on you happily. “(NAME), THESE ORPHANS AND FAMILIES WON’T EVEN BE POOR ANYMORE THANKS TO YOU!”  

You both almost spilled your wine, and you said, “Bene, bene Feli! I know you’re excited, but you’re crushing me!”

“Oops, mi dispiace, bella!” He chirped, and got off of you.

You exhaled slowly and smiled. “Molto bene.” Your eyes wandered the length of the room and the conversation faded out as you took in the crowds of guests you now had in your home. Lower, middle, and upperclass alike mingled, talked, sang, and laughed as the Christmas spirit infected every soul in the room. Suddenly, someone hit their glass; the clear sweet note resonating throughout the room and gaining everyone’s attention, including yours.

You glanced over to find the source of the noise, only to discover Peter, sitting on Arthur’s shoulder, gripping a glass in his hands. He beamed directly at you before handing the glass to Arthur and clearing his throat. “Attention, everyone! My brothers and I just wanted to make a toast in Miss (Name) (Surname)’s name!” He waited until everyone had quieted down and had their attention on him.

“Right! Well, we wanted to personally thank (Name) for having us all over and throwing this amazing party! And we want to thank whatever what was behind her miraculous change of heart!” Chuckles were heard, and you cracked a smile. “But most of all, we just want her to know how much we all love her, and that we never did stop loving her! To (Name), may God guide her in her newly-transformed life! In fact, God bless us, everyone!”

Everyone echoed back, “To (Name)!” and the clinking of glass-against-glass was heard.  

Peter raised his voice above the sounds and yelled, “We all love you, (Name), but not as much as my big brother!”  

Arthur choked on his wine and your face burned bright crimson. Feliciano nudged you and giggled. “You and Arthur? I’m not surprised! He was always giving you those looks when we were younger!” He pulled you close and murmured, “But remember, bella, if things don’t work out, you can always write to me, ~?”

Lovino stiffened and smacked him upside the head. “Oi! If anyone’s asking her out, it’s me!” They both began to fight, and you giggled before standing and making your way over to Arthur.

“Hello, Arthur,” you greeted him when you reached his side.

“Hello, (Name). Bloody amazing party, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to do one more toast. I’ll be just a moment….” Arthur cleared his throat and stood. “Ladies and gentlemen, if you’d give me one more minute of your time, I’d also like to make a toast.” Everyone quieted down once more and looked to Arthur expectantly. “Well, it’s unfortunate that some people couldn’t make it here tonight, whether it be other occupations or weather, or whatever the case. I’d like to propose a toast in their honour as well. As you all know, today was the birthday of two of my younger brothers….”

You raised an eyebrow. I didn’t know today was Seamus and Kane’s birthday.

“So if you could all toast in their name as well, I’d be extremely grateful.” Arthur was choking up a bit, his voice thick and wavering. “So….to Alfie and Mattie.” He raised his glass and finished, “May they always be remembered.”

The entire room echoed back, “To Alfred and Matthew!” This one was solemn and not as joyful as yours had been.

And you….you were shocked. Alfred and Matthew!? Your breathing started to speed up, and without another word, you darted out of the crowded room and hurried toward the foyer. You didn’t notice Arthur give you a concerned look, and follow you out. Quickly, you threw on your coat and ran outside, disregarding the dangers of the icy path. You left your property and started in the direction of the cemetery, running as fast as you could. Your breath came in quick, shallow gasps, but it was more due to your mental state than your physical one.

Finally, you reached the graveyard and threw open the rusted iron gates. You rushed into the dark place and began your search, desperately inwardly pleading that it wasn’t true. Your movements became frantic as you looked, until finally, you found yourself at the very center, below a dying apple blossom tree. Two graves were at its foot, both littered with withered apple blossoms. You forced yourself to read the names engraved on the stones’ surfaces.



ALFRED F. JONES.
BORN DECEMBER 25TH, 1833.
DIED DECEMBER 25TH, 1834.

MATTHEW WILLIAMS.
BORN DECEMBER 25TH, 1833.
DIED DECEMBER 25TH, 1834.



At the base of each old chipped headstone, each had a moldy, broken toy and thirteen roses. Alfred had a small, hand-sewn teddy bear, and Matthew had a tiny, hand-sewn polarbear. The roses were dead, an unattractive brown colour.

You knelt in the center of both graves and murmured, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Your eyes stung as tears streamed down your cheeks, and your throat ached. But neither hurt as much as your heart, which felt like it had broken in two.

“We didn’t want you to cry like this,” came the whisper. Alfred appeared in front of you, transparent, but he didn’t look like the Ghost of Christmas Past anymore. No, this time he wasn’t as full of life, he wasn’t glowing, and he wore shabby clothes.  

“It hurts us, you know.” Matthew came into view beside Alfred. He, too, no longer looked like the Ghost of Christmas Present, instead wearing the same thing Alfred had on, but in different colours. “We don’t like to see you in pain, (Name). We helped you, and in return, you helped us.”

“….How so?”

“We were able to change someone’s heart. You were greedy and selfish and lustful, and now you’re kind, loving, and generous. And to know that you played a part in helping that person become who they are now….it feels nice.”

Alfred nodded beside his brother. “Don’t cry for us, (Name),” he added softly, stepping forward to grasp your hand. Surprisingly, he was warm and felt real. “We’re in a better place now.”

Matthew took your other hand and smiled slightly. “And we’ll be waiting for you.”

“You….will?”

“Yes. So when the time comes, we’ll find you and bring you home.”

“Home?”

“Well….that’s what we call it.”

“But….how will you find me? What if I don’t go to the same place you did? What if I turn bitter and terrible and cold again!?”

“You won’t.” Matthew smiled. “You’ve got Arthur now. He’ll make sure you stay how you are now. And if he doesn’t, I’ll come haunt him instead.”

You giggled, and both ghosts smiled again.

“Arthur’s a lucky man, (Name),” Alfred muttered, “he better treat you right.”

“What do you mean?” You sounded confused even to your own ears.

“You’re a complete idiot when it comes to love, you know that? You’ve been told twice tonight that he loves you, and you have yet to fully realize what that means.”

“Well….I haven’t been loved in a while. What do I have to do?”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll help you when the time comes.”

“Are you leaving?” The question came to you so suddenly, you had to ask it.

“In a way….yes. But we’ll still be around. If something suddenly gives you a nudge in the right direction, or maybe even a shove….you’ll know it’s us.”

“Okay.” You sighed. “But….before you go….can I ask you one more question?”

Alfred nodded. “Fire away.”

“What?”

“Uh….I mean yes.” He muttered something that sounded like “spoilers”.  

“If you two are here….where’s the third spirit? Who was the third spirit? The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come? It dropped….no, he dropped his hood, and I only caught a glimpse, but….I’m not sure if what I saw was true or not.”

Alfred and Matthew looked at each other, then back at you. “That can stay a mystery,” Matthew said finally. “Now, we should be going.”

“What? Why!?”

Alfred just gave you a knowing smirk and pointed toward the entrance. “Our brother’s here to see you.”

And it was true. You turned your head, only to see Arthur walking in your direction, a concerned expression on his face. You quickly spun back around, opening your mouth to say goodbye, but….they were already gone. And as you sadly went to look back at Arthur, he quickened his pace, reaching you in less than a minute.

“(Name), are you okay? You just rushed off, and I didn’t— oh.” He stopped short of what he was going to say when he saw the tombstones you were beside. Arthur’s emerald eyes filled with sadness, and he looked back at you. “(Name)….are you all right?”

You wiped your eyes and smiled slightly. “I should be asking you that.”

“I’m fine. But you….I saw you speaking, but….there was nothing but thin air. Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m perfectly healthy.” Your smile widened, and you suddenly threw your arms around his neck and hugged him close. “Arthur….someone told me….” You trailed off, then began again, “You told me you loved me, then Peter announced it to everyone….” You stopped again, struggling to find the correct words. “I was told by someone I hold very dear that I’m a complete idiot when it comes to love. Which is true….I hardly know what to do anymore. But they said….they said you would help me learn to love again. Will you?”

Arthur looked startled for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Of course I will.”

You exhaled in relief. “Good. Because I have literally no idea what to do.”

Arthur chuckled a bit. “Well, let me help you.” He suddenly tilted your head up and brought your face closer to his. “You know when you had me do those….services to you?”

Your face burned again. “….Yes.”

“Well, the action of placing my lips over yours that I’d do quite often….that’s a sign of deep affection, or love.”

“It is?”

“Yes. It’s called a kiss. Now would you like to kiss me?”

“Um….” Before you could finish that intelligent answer, something pushed you straight into Arthur. Your lips connected with his, and Arthur instantly took control, deepening it as he gained quick access to your mouth.

You stayed like that for quite awhile, until the burning sensation in your lungs forced you away from him. Breathing heavily, you caught sight of two ghosts giving you twin smirks behind Arthur’s back before fading away.

A push in the right direction….literally, you thought, sighing. I swear….one day I’ll get those two.

“(Name)? (Name), love?”

“Hm? Yes, Arthur?”

“We should be getting back to the party, don’t you think?”

“Yes. Yes, of course!” You readily took his hand and began walking with him out of the cemetery. You swung your hands as you walked, childlike amusement filling your sparkling (e/c) eyes. You turned to him suddenly and asked, “Did you have a good Christmas, Arthur?”

“I certainly did, (Name). Like Peter said….God really did bless us….every single one.”




Curtain. End.
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This is bloody amazing!