"Let's visit my parents." Arthur declared.

He'd just made his point with a solemn expression and a firm gaze.

"Why's your gaze like that?"

"Like… like what?" Arthur responded to my question with another question.

I let out a breath.

"Why are you looking so serious?" I inquired because I couldn't figure out why Arthur was staring at me so intently.

When he said we needed to talk, I was afraid he was going to break up with me.

I'm not sure why I had that thought, but I was scared.

'What if his mother had called him while I was outside and told him not to return to his...