love. the emotion had lost its worth; arcturus black wasn’t ignorant, not at all.

the teenage boy, with inky curls clinging to his skull, was rather discontent with the manner in which ‘love’ was strewn about. love was objective, and varied—there was the love friends professed when complimenting one another’s latest haircut.

then there was love; the all consuming fire that sent the word surrounding you to ashes, your object of affection the only aspect of your life that you hadn’t deemed nonsensical.

of course, arcturus experiencing such an exhilarating passion was relatively short lived—he’d thrived off the mutual love you both possessed for one another, in its purest form.

to say he was not utterly smitten and absolutely in love with you would be a massive untruth. the boy had fallen head over heels—and he was not certain of when, but he knew it had happened, and you’d knocked his immaculate life off its axis within a matter of months.

but the most beautiful things seemed to end in tears and tragedy, and not long enough after everything had been pleasantly tranquil, it all unraveled until he couldn’t discern a clear solution to his troubles.

his parents were pushing for him to begin inspecting the most eligible suitors. arcturus had been putting off these ‘duties’ for a handful of months, now, and he quickly came to terms with the fact that if he continued to do so, you may end up as what his parents deemed ‘collateral damage’.

and so, one evening, he apparated to your doorstep. the rain was spitting down from an angry grey sky, dragging down his umbrella. paired with his leather trenchcoat, nothing else served as a barrier between him and the foul weather.

“i have to end our relationship. my father wants me to wed, and i think we’re both aware that you are not a suitable option in his eyes.” his voice was dry and his expression a practiced mask of neutrality. the only hint of emotion was the longing in his shrewd green eyes, the aggrieved tilt to the corner of his mouth.