You found Arthur sitting outside, staring up at the sunset. Gradients of orange hues that cascaded across the sky, leaving the landscape looking absolutely ethereal. It was quiet, save for the sounds of nature, but that didn’t count as “noise.”

You approached him slowly, not wanting to ruin the moment. “Ain’t that somethin’…” he murmured, low but loud enough for you to hear. “I ain’t got much time left.” He spoke suddenly, he’d been wanting to say it for a while, but he could never get it out around you. You always knew it was coming, and you changed the subject before he’d get to say it… but not this time.