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[Now you can read along here! Reading done by angelhalo777]
[Read it here in German! Translated by the lovely alltimeOpheliac]
Alfred washed out his mouth, spitting brown water back into the bathroom sink. He glanced back at the toilet but decided against going back until after dinner.
He wiped his mouth and threw out the paper towel, missing the trash can. He sighed, picking it up again. As he bent over his sweat shirt hung as if it were three sizes too big but it wasn't. As he threw out the paper towel he grimly thought about the red sweatshirt hanging on his shoulders loosely. It had once fit him, but that was when he was fat. I'm still fat, he thought, having a strong urge to vomit.
"Alfred!" His mom called.
"Yeah mom?" He
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He did hear your scream pierce his ears.
He did see you cover your bulging stomach quickly, a small attempt to protect his and your unborn child. Squinting your once beautiful (e/c) eyes in expectation, you braced for impact.
And he saw the bright crimson blood splatter wildly against the windshield before it shattered.
Arthur could see all the beer bottles left shattered around the car as well. As he saw that, he vomited, the retching inspiring gut wrenching pain in his side.
But Arthur couldn’t really register you how you got taken away.
He could see the sheet covering your face as he lay trapped in the car, woozy and bleeding profusely.
But somehow he could also see your face was bloodied and marred. He knew that both you and his baby were no longer alive.
Arthur couldn’t accept any of it, however. It was just so