Breathe In, Breathe Out.

Arthur tried to repeat this to himself as he sat beside you on this chilly autumn evening. He’d asked you to accompany him on a walk, and now here he was feeling like he was going to suffocate as he listened to you ramble on and on about something Abigail had told you about.

Arthur wouldn’t consider himself a very smart man, but he knew he would be a damn fool if he didn’t force down his nerves and ask you to marry him already.

Breathe In, Breathe Out.

He reached into his pocket, his rough fingertips brushing against the ring box, that on its own sending a jolt down his spine and his heart racing.

“Darlin’–“ He gently halted your rambles.

“Can I interrupt you for a minute. It’s… it’s important.” He managed to mumble, clearing his throat into his closed fist.