EnglandXReader Goodnight Arthur...

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Laughter, angry voices, the clinking of glass, and the smell of ale.

Of course you'd loved coming to the bar when you were younger, when you first could drink. The day you turned eighteen. But now you felt old, though your body looked your real age, mid-twenties, you felt like your grandmum.

"Eh! (Name)! Nice ta' see ya' here again!" the bartender said from behind the counter.  You smiled and saluted as a reply. Sitting down at the counter, you looked around. Nothing had changed in years. Same old drunks sitting here every weekend.

"I'll just get a medium draft beer like usual.." you ordered dully.
"Yes ma'am." the bartenders young son said.
He set the mug of the precious amber liquid in front of you. You thanked and tipped him.

The bell rang at the entrance door, signalling someone was here.

Arthur Kirkland. Your long time love. He was the reason you'd moved from the country into London. He had been everything. He had been your muse.

But he broke your heart years ago. When you still kept a smile on your face. He was the reason of your smile, until he broke your heart.

"Hello~" he slurred, obviously he had already had a few drinks that night. He probably had gotten kicked out of whatever other bar he'd been at.

"(Name)? Ha ha. That is you! I knew it the moment I saw your shiny (hair color) hair!" he slurred.

You just nodded a bit in reply.

Minutes went by, drinking your precious ale, Arthur talking to you in a loud voice.

Minutes turned to hours and it was already past midnight. Everyone had cleared out of the bar, save for the dead drunks passed out on a table top, you and Arthur.

Arthur had already had more than enough to drink and was now leaned over on the counter mumbling inaudible  memories about the two of you.

"Come now, Arthur. You've had enough. Why don't I drive you home?" you offered, smiling a bit with sad eyes. The memories had been too much and you just wanted him to stop.

He got up and stumbled out of the bar, you very close behind. You started your car, buckling your seat belt, Arthur doing the same.

The whole way back to his house, he was singing in a slurred voice, or mumbling things about you and him.

Pulling into his driveway, you helped Arthur out of your car, up the steps, into his house and to his bedroom.

He collapsed on his bed, facing you and the doorway. You leaned against his doorway, smiling sadly at him. "Goodnight Arthur," you said, turning around to leave.

"I still love you (Name).." You stopped upon hearing that. You glanced back at him, seeing his heart-broken face, you turned around again.

"Goodnight, Arthur..." You said again, leaving.