The loud noises of the audience cheering filled the theatre. Arthur never cared much for magic tricks. He cared for you, though. More than anything. You sat next to him, watching the show with a bright smile upon your features.

The romance was long gone — like a lovely whisper in the wind, once caressing his skin, but gone in a flash.

But in this brief moment of tranquility, he felt at home. Arthur hesitated to wrap his arm around you. If it weren’t for your father, this could’ve worked.