You felt like a breath of fresh air to Arthur.

His responsibilities to the gang and the consequences that came with being on the run would come crashing down on him. He wouldn't even have the time to sit down and think about his feelings, his own happiness. No one would care, as long as he brought in enough money.

That changed when he met you. A simple person, unlike him. Two different people and yet he's never felt so understood before.

The two of them sat side by side, their legs dangling. The silence was comfortable and he appreciated it, though he was pleasantly surprised when you asked if he was okay.

No one did that to him before. It felt foreign to hear and he didn't know how to reply for a moment. He decided to be honest with you, pour out everything he hid within.

"Nah," He replied, taking a drag of his cigarette as his gaze bored into yours. "I haven't been okay for a long time, darling."