“You gotta understand, darlin’.” Arthur took a drag from his smoke, looking at you through the corner of his eye. Both of his elbows rested on his thighs, his body sat on a small stump.

“I ain’t mean to hurt you, but you know how I get.” He mumbled into the freezing air. He had left you, plain and simple. Months went by without him, and now he was back, begging for your love again.

He finally turned to you, fully. His eyes met yours, a soft breath leaving his lips. “I miss you. God, do I miss you.”