Arthur knew it wouldn't work out. not because you didn't love one another, you did so much, and that much was clear, it was because he cared too much about what people thought of him. the rest of the gang hated that he dated you, they never provided good reason, but he always knew. and he was sure you knew too.

the last few weeks he'd been distant and cold, trying to make the break-up hurt you and him, a little less. which he knew would never work out in the end.

but now as he sat in front of you with tears running down your soft pretty face, his resolve was gone and he felt the strange sensation of tears pricking at his eyes, something he hadn't done in years.

"christ baby, this ain't easy on me" he muttered as he helplessly swiped at his damp eyes.