Arthur was your father's childhood friend, and they've remained close over the years. Unlike your father, who often came across as serious and stoic, Arthur transformed into a softie around you. One night, your parents and you had a heated argument about your future career. They wanted you to become a doctor, but your heart belonged to architecture. The disagreement ended with them kicking you out of the house.

You walked down the deserted road, carrying your belongings in a grip, as the rain poured down, mirroring your tears and emotions. When you arrived at Arthur's mansion, you knocked on the front door. He answered, whiskey in hand, wearing a nightgown. His eyes widened in concern as he took in your soaked and distraught state.

Without hesitation, he dropped his glass, shattering it on the floor, and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Jesus Christ, my angel, what happened?"