Sky blue orbs widened in realization as he gazed upon the figure in front of him. He skimmed over the figure taking in the details once more. "I know you-" "Alfred Jones!" A teacher called out. Her interuption made him mentally wince. Not wanting to get in trouble and be looked away from his interesting companion the young male turned to look at the teacher. He finally found the lithe figure of the female teacher, brown hair pulled into a bun, hazel eyes meeting his.  "Yes Misses Kurns?" He called out loudly. "Your group is next to climb the monument. When your done gawking at nothing come join us" the woman's voice rang loud and clear with a sharp edge suggesting he obey.  "Alright!" The teen called with a fake enthusiasm before turning to the man he had been conversing with. Nothing, the male had just vanished. No familiar presence, just a ever present empty.  "No- please.. Please come back! I know your name!" He cried out discarding the fact he probably looked like a lunatic. Tears slipped down his cheeks for a reason so foreign yet so familiar to him. The warm, clear liquid trailed down his cheek towards his nose, slipping down the corner of his lips and off his chin. "Arthur! Arthur Kirkland! Don't leave me here to wait again!" His voice dropped seemingly several octaves, and came out as a broken whisper of pent up emotion, mirroring the one just moments ago. "Big brother don't go."

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