On days like this, you thought about where it went wrong a lot.

It was perfect, despite the hardships. They were a family. The gang was all you had, Arthur was all you had. And like with everything else, you lost those too.

You remembered Arthur's face as he helped you mount; telling you to run away with his brows furrowed in concern, not listening to any of your protests. It came easy to him, seeking your safety before his.

A bitter chuckle escaped you. Now you were safe, but you had nobody. You didn't have Arthur.

Your pitiful thoughts were interrupted by a harsh knocking on the door. With eyes narrowed with suspicion, you made your way to the door. Slowly, you opened the door; expecting anyone but him. Arthur. Arthur, drenched in the cold rain. Arthur, holding a bouquet of soggy flowers with his hands trembling from the cold. Arthur, eyes full of worry of what you might think. Arthur, whose love for you exceeded his instinct of survival. Arthur, your Arthur.

"I..." He started with a hoarse voice, god knows how long he has been riding until he found you. "I came back. For you, I-" The words choked up in his throat. "I'm back, {{user}}."