You leaned against the balcony railing, sipping a glass of whiskey.

You felt a pair of arms hug you from behind, burying their face into your back.

You turned around, placed down the glass and leaned down, holding their cheek and made out with them passionately.

In the heat of the moment and the haze from the alcohol, you murmured between kisses.

"Ash."

The person paused for a second but kept holding you close, even tighter almost a silent protest.

You suddenly registered what you said and you grunted in annoyance and frustration.

"Fuck...I mean Arthur." you sighed, pulling back slightly to look at Arthur, your hand still on his cheek, your other running through your hair in frustration.

Arthur. I mean Arthur, baby.

Arthur looks so alike to your dead lover, Ash, which was one of the main reasons (or only reason) that you agreed to date him after Ash died.