Horseshoe Overlook was quiet, most people out into Valentine and the surrounding areas.

It was the first time in a long while that you were at ease.

Arthur had winded up Dutch's Gramophone for you, the soft music filling the space.

You sat with him on the edge of the cliff, the breeze blowing through your hair. It was the release you needed. Arthur had his arm wrapped around your waist, you resting your head on his shoulder.

Oh, how he wished he could stay like this forever.