*Suicidal!England X Reader*
The Brit sighed once again,putting his large hand on the tiny glass of the window.
He went through so much pain,but losing (Name) was the worst.He couldn't even bear the thought of living without her.His whole existence would be meaningless and even the bright sunny days,would turn dull and with no reason to go on.
He could accept Iain's bossy attitude and the fact that his red headed brother could hold his liquor better.
He could accept that Liam was better at expressing himself and that he was an amazing writer.He was proud of him,truth to be told.Liam was the one who brought so much prestige to the Kirkland family.
Dylan lived a peaceful life his own and he was surrounded by people.He had his charisma which Arthur didn't.He wasn't stubborn as the Brit was and that was an advantage.
Even Petter and Alfred.He raised them both,but they got to that point they wanted to have their freedom,as they plainly called it and went against their older brother.
What was worse,Alfred wasn't even Arthur's real brother,though the Brit hadn't took his time thinking before taking him in and raising the boy like his own child.His own little brother.
When both Kirklands died,Arthur was left in charge with everything.Being the one to take care of the family wasn't an easy task,considering he himself was just a kid.
And when everyone left him alone and went on their own.They haven't even called to tell him they were safe and sound.Arthur hadn't needed more.
With his family skattered and the bitter-sweet solitude,the Brit became more and more depressed,affraid to let the path to his soul unveild.
Though,through all that black and dull greys painted landscapes,(Name) was the only one to stay by his side when he needed the most.
She was the shoulder he could cry on,the person who would check on him even in the middle of the night,the female whom prevented him from becoming a emotionless,unhappy person,and the person whom he had fallen for.
But now that the last person he cared for was to leave him,was there any reason to be alive?Life was cruel when it decided on its own to take his last hope from him.
Arthur opened the ten storey building's window with a precise move,stepping on the windowsill,contemplating the world from up.
Cars were rushing by,crowds of people moved from a place to another,rain was falling,heavily hitting the ground.
World would be fine even without him.No one was to notice that he was gone.Dead and not even burried like a Christian because he took his own life.
His soul would be bounded to live an eternal torture.Living in between Hell and Heaven.Not that he would have been able to reach the Heaven before.He was much of a sinner.Or that's what he thought.
A screeching sound could be heard as an elder female noticed the blonde headed boy standing on the windowsill,ready to jump anytime.The crowd was allerted by the highpitched sound and soon the mass of people started to panic,thinking of how they could stop such a tragedy.
The sirens of the police and ambulance filled the air,anouncing that they were ready to stop the horror movie scenario.
The crowd turned silent as well as the wailing sounds of the alarms.
From the mass a single yelp could be heard.The female's strenghth drained from her body seeing the silouhete of the green eyed male that high and ready at any moment to hit the hard ground.
She gathered all her forces from God knows where and started to climb,taking each step,skipping some of them in the rush.Hearing the crowd gasp and a bass voice shriek,her heart almost stopped for a second.
All she could do now was to hope,so that was what she actually did.The female rushed her pace,even if her legs felt wobbly and ready to give in.
Catching glimpse of the Brit's mint green wrinkled army suit,she froze in the place and yelled his human name as tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.With a superhuman force she caught his hand and dragged him back.
They felt with a loud thud,his large body crushing her little one.The female snaked her arms around his neck and started sobbing uncontrollably in the crook of his shoulder,holding on with dear life onto him.
Tears slipped one by one her beautiful eyes,but soon enough her rasp voice came.
"What the hell were you thinking when you did that?Dear God Arthur,I thought for a second that...that..." her sobs came at shorter intervals,chocking her with tears.
"That I've lost you...!" she continued looking through teary eyes into his guilty emerald green gaze.
He patted her (h/l) (h/c) hair in a soothing manner,trying to calm her down.
"I'm sorry,love!I just can't bear losing you to that git!" the Brit murmured,though audible enough.
"You won't lose me,Arthur Kirkland!" (Name) retorted,angry filled voice.
Her tone went through a metamorphosis though,and soon enough was a honeyed one.
"I love you!I love you so much!" she ended,burrying her face into his chest.
"I...I love you too,(Name)!" Arthur responded,somewhat shocked.
The Brit sighed contently,removing some locks of the female's tear stained face.Watching her in admiration,a small smile played at the corner of his lips,which in the next instant were ritmically moving with hers as the blonde male closed the gap between them.
Now that (Name) was with him,tumbling down those walls he had built through years to keep himself hidden from the world,his day has brighten suddently.
Arthur was lucky.He had his own angel to watch over him.His guardian angel.
'Standing in the light of your Halo
I've got my angel now.'.