Dear diary,

He had invited me to come along.

"You've been sick for four whole years. It's rare that you're even able to get out of bed," he patted my shoulder with a smile. "It would do you good to get out of the house."

I looked up at him with a grateful stare. "As much as I love plays, I have to go check up on Richmond and DC. They want to hold a meeting talking about the end of the war."

"The Confederates haven't surrendered yet," he tilted his head, confused.

"Richmond doesn't want this to go on any longer," I sigh, pulling my coat over my arms. "Neither does DC, but he is too stubborn to surrender. His sister understands that the North is right, and that we should not enslave our brothers."

He chuckled as he placed his large, black hat on his head. "Richmond is a smart girl."

"I know," I looked at the picture I have of the two. Richmond hugging her little brother, her cheek resting on the boy's head. Richmond's dark brown locks cover the blonde mop of hair on DC's head. "They were both so sweet. I feel so bad that they were forced to grow up so fast."

"Just give them the childhood they never had after this war is over," he whispered. He walked towards the front doors of the house, and opened them slightly before stopping and turning towards me. "I'll join you after the play."

I grinned playfully and saluted him. I'll be awaiting your arrival." He nods and turns to leave. "Be careful, Abe."

"I will, Alfred. Everything will be fine, I promise."

He promised me.

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DC slams his hands down on the table. "I refuse to surrender!"

"He's in his rebellious stage," I sigh.

Richmond pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "That's not what I'm saying, you idiot. I already knew you wouldn't surrender, so, I am going to order my Generals to surrender."

The boy's brown eyes stare at his sister's green ones in surprise. "You would do that?"

She shakes her head. "Not normally. This is the only time I am going to let you best me, Asher."

DC taps his chin, looking deep in thought. "I don't know, Charlie."

"Whatever," she growls. She turns to me and gazed up at me. "When is Uncle Abe going to get here?"

I look at my watch, my eyebrows furrowing in worry. "The play should be ending soon." Just then, I got the most painful headache. My head slams right down on the table, cracking my glasses.

"Alfred?!" Asher rushes to me, his brown eyes wide with worry. "What's wrong?"

"Headache," I choke, holding back the tears in my eyes.

What is this...?

"Here, let me call one of my butlers to bring you medicine," Charlie frantically rushed to the intercom by the door. "Hello, Claude?"

"Yes, M'lady?"

"Bring some medicine to soothe Alfred's headache, please."

"Yes, ma'am. Right away."

Just then, a man bursts through the door, almost crushing Charlie. "Alfred!"

"Quiet down, would ya?" I cringe, my head pounding.

"Mr. Lincoln was shot!"

My heart instantly stops. My eyes go dark and I slowly look up at him. "What did you say?"

"He was shot by John Wilkes Booth, a famous actor. He hid his sympathy for the Confederates, and he finally showed his true colors tonight. He shot the President in the back of the head."

I should've gone.

"U-Uncle Abe is..." Charlie sinks to her knees, her screeches not at all calming the headache I was experiencing. "It's all my fault!"

"That's not true..." Asher strokes her hair, his own tears falling onto the ground beside her. "You never chose to be a Confederate."

"Where is he now?!" I scream at the butler.

"I'm not sure about his physical condition-"

"I feel his pain," I whisper. "He's still alive."

"He's at the Peterson House across from the theatre."

I remember running. I don't know where exactly I was going, but I didn't stop. The back of my head stopped me dead in my tracks, the pain making me scream out in pain. It felt like it was being cut open.

"What are they doing to him?!" I cry. My heart pounding, I stand and keep running. Something pulled me in this direction.

I made it to DC by the next day. I knew exactly where he was, and I arrived a little past 7:20. My headache sudden stopped, and I began to shout. "I'm here!"

I look through all of the rooms, searching for the man who stayed by my side for the past four years. "Abe? Abraham?!"

Just then, his wife runs out of the room, and looks at me. "H-He's-"

I walk to her, and embrace her tightly. "Shh, it's alright..."

"We didn't even see him coming," she cries, tightly holding onto my jacket. "He was so silent, and he shot him!"

I could've protected him.

"We'll find him."

"He couldn't have gotten far!" She pulls away, grasps my collar, and shakes me in desperation. "He jumped down onto the stage, he must've broken something!"

"M-Mary, please-"

"They couldn't get the bullet out," she whispers gravely. "It was too deep."

THAT'S what that was...?

"I can't do it anymore! I've already lost three children! Do you know how that feels, Alfred?!"

Yes. I do.

I shake my head with a sympathetic gaze. "No..."

She was then escorted out of the house by the Vice President, and I slowly enter the room where Abe's body lay. I sit on the chair beside his bed, and I stare at him for what seemed like forever. "You promised me, Abe. You told me everything would be fine." I tightly grasp his cold hand, and I bring it to my cheek. "I've lost many friends. But, your death is one of the most heart-breaking I've ever experienced."

I close my eyes, my chest throbbing. I imagine Abe smiling down at me like he always did, and he pats my head.

"You'll do fine without me, Alfred."

"I don't want you to leave," I whisper.

"I'll be back soon. I promise."

"You broke your last promise..."

He hugs me, and gives me his hat. "I never lie."

I open my eyes, and I gaze at his face, just now noticing the small smile that graced his lips. My eyes overflow with tears, and I stand, saluting him. "I-I'll be awaiting your arrival." My voice cracks, and my words were barely audible, but I know he heard me.

I believe him. He won't let me down. He'll return.

If you were wondering, I just thought of this like 20 minutes ago. Asher and Charlie are just names I came up with for DC and Richmond. DC's doesn't make sense, but Richmond's does! I literally started to cry at the end, just imagining Alfred saluting to his best friend.