Arthur Kirkland sat on the couch, his legs crossed, reading the newspaper. He was enjoying the somewhat peace and quiet that was going on in the house. Alfred was sleeping in the arm chair, quietly snoring and probably dreaming about hamburgers. This gave Arthur some time to himself. However, he felt something was missing.
As much as Arthur loved keeping to himself once in awhile, he always knew that he couldn’t be happy without his one love; [First Name] [Last Name]. He loved everything about her. The wonderful smile she greeted him with every morning, the beautiful look in her [e/c] eyes, the way her [h/c] locks glimmered in the sun, and who could forget the adorable giggle she had? She was Arthur’s everything, and he enjoyed every moment of his day when it was spent with her.
That particular day, Arthur hadn’t been up early enough to wish [Name] good luck on her way to work. He was afraid that it would upset her as much as it upset himself. He felt as if not seeing his girlfriend off in the morning was a horrible crime. Arthur was always the one to be a kind gentleman.
He checked his watch. [Name] should be home by now… Arthur thought to himself.
He glanced over his newspaper to see out the window. It was pouring outside. His calm and peaceful mood turned into complete worry and despair. What if [Name] wasn’t okay? What if she was hurt or something even more horrible?
Suddenly, Arthur heard the unlocking sound of the front door. He put down his newspaper to see [Name] standing in the doorway. She stripped herself of her raincoat and boots. Her face didn’t show any spark of happiness whatsoever.
“Good afternoon, love.” Arthur greeted her with a smile. “How was your day at work?”
She didn’t say anything. She slammed the front door and headed up the stairway.
The slammed door made Alfred awake with quite a fright. “What the hell was that?!”
“It was the door slamming, you frog. And [Name] doesn’t seem too happy…”
“Well, she interrupted my amazing dream about marrying a hamburger!” Alfred complained as he curled up into his previous position in the armchair. Arthur glared at the country and arose off the couch to find out exactly what was wrong with [Name].
Arthur headed towards [Name]’s bedroom. Before knocking, however, he put his ear up against the door. He could hear terrible sounding sniffles and sobs. He hesitantly
knocked on the door.
“[Name], can I come in, love?”
She answered with a very choked up, “Yes.”
Arthur opened the door to see [Name] curled up at the foot of her bed, bawling hysterically. She was definitely upset. Her face was red as she was attempting to wipe most of the tears away. There were so many coming that it didn’t do much good.
As soon as she saw Arthur, she sat upright. She attempted to stifle her whimpering sounds, hoping that he wouldn’t notice.
It was obviously that he did notice.
“What’s wrong, love?” He asked in his usual, caring tone. He sat next to [Name] on her bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Did someone give you trouble at work.”
[Name] was a fashion designer. Arthur remembered back to the countless times when she would come home in a depressed mood because of coworkers sabotaging her designs or bullying her. She was such a sweet person that she couldn’t help but take things to heart.
Arthur handed [Name] a tissue so that she could gain some composure before explaining.
She wiped most of the tears off her face and blew her nose. “I presented my new design today, and my boss… she yelled at me about how completely awful it was… and in front of everyone, too! Now everyone hates me and all of my designs!”
“It’s okay, love. It doesn’t matter what other people thinks, it just matters about what you think of yourself.” Arthur gently kissed her nose, which brought out her trademark smile. “You should be proud of the work that you do, because you worked so hard on your designs.”
“B-But…” [Name] hopelessly stammered, “How will I ever become a famous fashion designer if no one else likes my work?”
Arthur picked her up, sitting her carefully on his lap. He then hugged her tightly. “It doesn’t matter about those few people at work. Everyone else, including me, loves your designs. Besides, even if you don’t become a famous fashion designer… you still have me, love.”
[Name] sniffled as tears began to pour down her face. This time, however, they were happy tears. She hugged him tightly around the waist.
“I love you, Arthur.”
“I love you too, [Name].”