Today was the last day you'd spent with your English gentleman before he would return to his hometown after a two years business trip.
Here you were, spending the last day watching movies with Arthur, your head on his lap. You smiled, looking up at his green-eyes, blond hair and his perfect features. You saw him glance back down at you as you hurriedly look away back to the television. Arthur's hand began stroking your hair. "What's the matter, love?"
"N-Nothing," you answered. "It's just that... I know I'll miss you when you leave tomorrow." Arthur stopped stroking your hair as the words came out of your mouth.
"I know," he said sighing. "I will come back. Or you can come to England when you're free."
And so, that following morning, you and Arthur were riding the taxi to the local airport.
You were there to see him off as he requested. Arthur had his hand cupping your chin, smiling down at you with his gorgeous green eyes. "I'll miss you, (Name)..."
"I don't want you to go, Arthur..." Tears drip down your eyes, but you were forcing yourself to smile.
"I don't want to leave you either, love. But I have to go..." His voice was growing hoarse, as if they were full of remorse. You threw your arms uncontrollably around his neck, crying into his casual clothing. You felt Arthur's grip tighten around your waist - as if you were going to vanish if he let go.
Passenger of Flight 71098 - please report to Terminal 3 for check-ins...
It was time for Arthur to go. No matter how desperate you didn't want him to.
"Love," he whispered into your ear. "I know I don't have a bouquet of roses, or a ring to show you my appreciation - but, will you marry me?"
You started to cry even harder at his sudden proposal, but in the end - nodded madly. Arthur only picked you up, twirls you and lands his lip onto yours. You only return with the equal amount of passion that he gives to you, for you don't know when you'll see him again.
"I have to go, (Name)." Arthur only mumbles out these few words, saddened. "These two years has been pleasurably spent with you. I love you, (Name). Don't you forget me while I'm gone."
With that, Arthur strolled into the departure terminal with his luggage in hand and eyes not turning back, for he is afraid he will turn back if he looked at you.
You only went home that night, staring at your flashing television. That marriage was all an empty promise, was it?
You knew that there was a chance that you would never get to see Arthur again.
That night, you realize that you had received an email.
"I'm back in London, love. I miss you already.
Though there was a chance that you would see him again, and soon.
You clicked on the local airline to check how much the ticket would be to visit him.
"Flight 4520 - $2,500 + tax applicable; Flight 11/15. o Round-trip ; o One-Way
You clicked on the round-trip tab as you selected a return date to be six months after November.
Maybe then would be a good time to plan the wedding.
That Thursday morning, you were off to the airport to fly off to London.
London was everything you had expected. The Big Ben, beautiful museums and historical buildings. It was time you call Arthur.
"Hello. Arthur Kirkland speaking. Who is this?" His voice was faint on the line, but it was lovely to hear him talk in that British accent that made everything sound so... gentle.
"It's (Name), Arthur." You heard him gasp through the other line.
"My love! You're in London!? Where are you?!"
"I'm by," you paused, spying for a street sign. "Warwick Street."
"I'll be right there, love!" You heard Arthur hang up on the other line in joy.
London was full of livelihood. People running and children laughing. It was nothing like your block, where it would become dead by three in the afternoon hours.
"(Name)!" That voice. It was no mistake.
His arms threw around your neck, his noise taking in your wonderful scent.
"You're in my arms again," Arthur whispers.
"And I'm going nowhere else." You only stand on your tippy-toe to kiss him as he bends down so the two lips would meet. People started clapping, cooing and saying 'congratulations!'. It was such a wonderful mood.
Here you were now, sitting in Arthur's large office - planning the wedding on his computer, being super indecisive about your wedding gown.
"How about that one, love?" Arthur points to one as you point to another. "Then how about both of them?"
"What," he asks as he stands to pour himself a cup of coffee. "Think I can't afford it?" Arthur smirks between his drinks.
"N-No! That's not the prob-"
"Then it's decided." Arthur only comes back to pat your head, and to stroke your hair. "And now it's just for the wedding day. How about next month of the 25th?"
"Christmas?" You asked.
"Makes it more memorable, no?" You nodded.
Christmas Day. It was snowing that morning through evening. You were now in the dressing room with Alfred F. Jones, your best friend as well as brother of your soon-to-be husband.
Alfred was a loud nut, loves ice cream and a super crazy maniac about scary movies.
Without your parents, you walked down the aisle with Alfred by your side, holding your hand. Alfred handed you to Arthur as he flashed his signature thumbs-up.
Thank goodness he didn't shout.
The Father began to speak and went on with the ceremony as you heard occasional cooing, sobbing and 'the bride and groom is so beautiful together' or sometimes 'he belongs to me... in my heart'.
"... Do you, (Name) (Last Name)?"
You look to Arthur one last time before giving a nod. "I do."
Looking back, it's been so long.
"... And do you, Arthur Kirkland take (Name) (Last Name) as your lawful wedded wife?"
"I do." With that, he turns to you, lift your veil and kisses you - and of course, the whole church tosses itself into a series of applause.
"DUDE! ARTHUR! WAY TO ROCK!" Of course Alfred would scream out something.
The after-party of the wedding was held in a nearby catering hall by Arthur's large house.
You had worn the second outfit that you chose to the party.
And undoubtedly, you enjoyed the party with no ends.
You felt Arthur tap your shoulder. "Love," he began. "I love you, you know that?"
Ah, he must be drunk. But drunktards always told the truth.
"Well, don't you know I love you too?"
"I do, I do... I love you more." It didn't take more than a second before his lips crashed down onto yours with full passion.
He was all yours, and forever your gentleman.
Don't think you're ever leaving London - because you're not.