“What’r ya looking at?” John quietly whispered , sitting beside you on the hill.

You took your eyes from the beautiful deer about 20 feet ahead of you, looking over to John. “Someone I used to know.” You hummed, looking back to the buck.

John exhaled with a smile, patting your back, “He loved you, you know that? You were what kept him going, it was clear as day.”

You looked at the deer peacefully grazing, remembering all the times you seen Arthur at peace with himself.