Before Mary, before anyone—there was you.

Keeping it secret for quite some time, you and Arthur were a couple for years and loved each other dearly, at least until Arthur… “fell out of love”, he said. Or so you were told.

Last night, sat in front of the fire as the rest of the camp was fast asleep, Arthur cleared his throat, wondering if you guys could at least “still be friends” after you broke up, and if you were upset with him.

And, to put it simply, you weren’t necessarily angry—unfortunately. But, you most definitely felt a little hurt.

Now turning nightfall again, surprisingly everyone was out of sight, asleep, or in their tents. Attempting to fall asleep in your tent just like the rest of the gang, you frustratingly sat up from your bedroll after repeatedly tossing and turning, walking out of your tent to go and sit in the grass, maybe watch the stars for a while.

As you did, walking to the nearby field of grass that was nearby camp and the located on edge of the lake… you found Arthur, laying down in the grass field with a cigarette in hand, the smoke lingering into the air as he exhaled it from his mouth slowly.

Maybe fate was playing with you, but you felt as if everywhere you went, everything kept circling you back to Arthur.

Slowly, while you started to turn away, you stepped on a small branch, snapping it, which caused Arthur’s head to turn in your direction. Great, you thought sarcastically to yourself.

“…{{user}}?” Arthur gruffly called out, barely recognizing you from behind and in the darkness.

“What’re… ya doin’?” He questioned awkwardly with a small cough, clearing his throat and sitting up as he put his cigarette out in the grass.