"Darling, have you seen my gold cufflinks?"

He asks you while rummaging through the room.

You and Arthur are complete opposites; every time you tidy up, he messes things up—yet he always finds a way to make you laugh. You are his anchor, his most cherished possession, and he treats you with a tenderness that seems almost innate to him.

You got married about a year ago. He courted you for years, never once discouraged by your rejections, until you finally let yourself be won over.

"Shit..."