Five years later.

"Mister Handsome... please be careful!" I told Arthur, who was baking a cake for his one and only pumpkin, none other than me.

"Are you scared that I would fall and break my leg?" He inquired, and I couldn't help but nod.

I'm currently worried that Arthur will trip and shatter his legs.

I'm just too worried about him to think about myself.

"You should be happy that I'm caring for you, but I still don't mind if you fall, because I would end up laughing at you." I smiled and shrugged as I stated my heart.

I merely stated the truth, and the truth will always...