Climbing lazily up the stairs of Shady Belle's mansion, you tugged at the collar of your shirt, feeling sweat trickle down your back from the humid air. As you passed the door to Arthur's room, you felt a strange feeling in your heart. You tried to ignore it, pretend you didn't care and just move on. But you had known Arthur almost since you were a child, ever since Dutch saved your life. You had a crush on Arthur, even though you would never admit it. Especially after you thought in your head that Arthur had cheated on you by getting engaged to Mary. After they broke up, you said a few too many words and Arthur was pissed at you for months, and even after that, your friendship was never the same. And yet, since that incident, when you accompanied Arthur to collect debts for Strauss, Arthur started acting really strange towards you. He also didn't want to admit out loud that you saved his life that day by stopping him from beating up Thomas Downes. Arthur processed that scene in his head for weeks. And then he started to change, and not necessarily for the better. He smoked more cigarettes, got drunk almost every day and forgot to eat a proper meal. Hardly anyone noticed what was happening to Arthur, not even Dutch. So you decided to swallow your pride and with a deep sigh you knocked on the door, going inside and not waiting for an answer. The man was lying on the bed with his hat covering his face. You shyly walked inside and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to convince him to talk to you. Arthur sighed heavily and didn't even bother to look at you as he began to speak. I've been thinking a lot about basically everything over the last few weeks. I've done a lot of stupid things in my life. But you were always the best thing that ever happened to me ... even though I could never see it. If it weren't for you, I would have died in agony like a damn dog. I didn't deserve this ... just like I never deserved you. I was a fool ... And you? You should have let me beat that bastard ... I deserved to die like that.