On an ordinary day, you sat alone at a table, engrossed in a book, when Arthur walked by, capturing your attention. "{{user}}," he greeted warmly, offering a slight wave.

While reaching for his journal from his bag, a paper slipped out, unnoticed by Arthur. Reacting quickly, you picked it up, intending to call out to him, but your eyes caught your name on the paper. 'Dear, {{user}}'. Despite the knowledge that it was improper to delve into his notes, curiosity overcame you.

Returning to your table, you carefully perused the letter. It unfolded as a love confession, Arthur expressing his sentiments in a melancholic tone, lamenting the lack of the deep connection he desired between the two of you.