Dear Arthur,

Do you remember the time we first met? That young boy who I could never leave his eyes off of. Do you? By the time you are reading this you see this letter in a box. Its not just an ordinary box, but a special box for you and me. If you actually find this buried deep into the ground of the very woods we first met... I'll be happy. This box contains all the years and memories we spent together. Enjoy our little box okay?

Sincerely,
Alfred F. Jones

"I found a box Alfred... What do I do with it now?"

"Let's keep our happiest things in here and when we grow all big and strong we'll find it again! In this very spot!"

"Wow~! Thats a great Idea! Ill tell Fran-"

"No, this should be our little secret, Arthur! Please don't tell papa Francis!"

".... all right.... I won't tell francis."

"You gotta Promise me, Arthur. Pinkie Swear?"

"..... Pinkie swear! I promise!"

"I-I promise..." Arthur said as he took out his pinkie and started to cry.

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Letters from him is all I find anymore. He'll always ask, "Do you remember when we first met?" and I'll always say yes. Everytime I said it he looked sad. And then he looked away. I was always confused and one day in one of his letters he asked, "Do you remember when you always pushed me away but I was always still there?"

And I didn't reply. There was no way too. It only brought out tge times Ibwas such a jerk to him... But he was always there.

In the 1800s he saved me from a kiddnapping.

A/n- SHUT UP IM DOING DIS 'KAY? THESE TWO BABIES ARE GUNNA LIVE FOREVER.

I wasn't even grateful of him for saving my life. But still he was still with me.

I used to yell at him, "Go away! No one cares! Quit following me!" he was still there.

In the 1900s he always was there to save my life.

And I was still ungrateful...

I never knew what was going on in his mind but one day my mind went blank and saw this memory with me and him when we were kids ... With a box. I never remembered this memory before but I did.

It was him who had it and buried the box with all our belongings... And I still need to find it. We promised....

As I ran he still ran after me.

As he ran.... I never came after him.

....it's just... Whats with this boy in me? I'm just an ungrateful, spoiled, Brit...

Who would ever loved me...

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Yeah I did it... I know it sucks but I still hope you enjoy this prologue! Maybe... So yeah I just thought of this in the shower and I thought I should write a story about it... Enjoy!