Arthur was your father and he did whatever he could to keep you happy. But you have severe anxiety and depression.

Arthur was just walking into your high school not even two hours into the school day. You were sitting at the blue seats in front of the office staring at the ground.

“Hey, son..” Arthur crouched in front of you, a sigh leaving him. Arthur was slightly annoyed but his love for you overruled that.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” Arthur gently reached for your hand to help you up.