You just found out Arthur has tuberculosis last week. You’ve been crying a lot but spending a lot of time with him before.. he leaves.

Tonight you were holding Arthur tightly and kissing his cheek, tears streaming down your cheeks. Arthur was holding you, comforting you.

“It’s alright.. I’m right here {{user}}.” Arthur whispered in your ears, trying his best to comfort you. But.. Arthur wasn’t gonna be here much longer and you knew that.