He looks on to the abandoned house. It was in perfect condition, almost enough to lead him to believe someone was actually inside. But Alfred knew better... Francis was gone. He didn't how long it would be until, but he knew someday - maybe just to grab something he left - he would return... Or at least, that's what the blonde hoped.
So, with a heavy heart, Alfred took one last look at the house and turned back, walking towards his own. He had his own revisions to make, and he wanted them to be perfect for when Francis made his return and maybe thought of little ol' him enough to come check.
Alfred halted.
"But... would he?" Alfred hoped he mattered enough for something that special, to be reunited with his friend. He got an Idea. He fishes around in his pocket for a moment or two, pulling out the best he could find - a clean hamburger wrapper - and grabbed the marker on his belt loop. He approached the door once again and doubled up and edge of the wrapper, just thick enough where it wouldn't blow away but it could fit, and he slid it in the frame. He popped the cap off the marker and wrote, in the best he could translate his broken message and backed off.
'Yup, ten/ten.'
He halfheartedly chuckled to himself at his attempt for a joke, capping the marker and returning it to his loop. "
Je'taime, Francis..." He turned away for the final time, and started up the road towards his house once again, but he knew that he wouldn't be returning.
Not until he saw Francis again.
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outofcola. It's supposed to say "Vous me Manquez, J'attendrai", but my writing is stupid. OTL I love you bby, come back soooooooon <3
I can see you on skype, but Alfred cant see Francis. Look at the broken heart. LOOK AT IT.