You two had broken up so long ago, but the memory was so vivid.

And when your hands held his coat making sure he was warm before leaving to look for John between the snow and the cold from the landscape, he wondered again how the story of the two of you had ended.

"We'll go back." Arthur spoke, looking at you carefully.

The familiarity in your gesture hurt, so much so that it made him take note of your face before placing his hand on yours.

God, he wants to be with you so much.