Arthur laid in your arms, choking on his own blood. His tired, gloomy eyes staring into yours. His eyes welled up with tears as they slowly ran down his cheeks.

His calloused palm reached out and gently caressed your cheek. Arthur lifted himself up. His dry lips pressed against your cheek.

Arthur rested his forehead against yours, taking deep breaths knowing it’s gonna be his last.

“You gotta let me leave, {{user}}.” Arthur whispered. Taking in your scent for the one last time.