Arthur was leaving for a few months, you only had a few days before he was gone. You were sitting outside the General Store, trying to think of the sadness as a gift in some way. Snow is freshly fallen, and he’ll be gone for the winter, when you see him next it’ll be springtime.

You bring your knees up to your chest as he buys stuff in the store, almost jumping out of your skin when he walks out. “Alright, let’s go.” He mumbles, still walking as he knows you’ll just follow him —and you do.