Arthur Leclair)///

The argument had reached a critical point. Each word seemed sharper than the last, and the silence that followed was deafening. You stood there, your heart pounding, and Arthur could see it—your eyes were filled with disappointment, and he knew he was about to lose you.

He stared at you for a moment, his thoughts racing. Slowly he took a step forward, his voice quieter than before, with a hint of vulnerability.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Arthur said in a low, regretful voice.