His eyes ran along each picture, lingering on every individual. An undecipherable expression. A soft smile. Bright blue eyes.

"Every one of them…!"

I walk in the room, right as he smashes his hand against the glass display case, causing its contents to rattle. My eyebrows furrow and I cautiously approach him, my tray of tea balanced carefully in my hands. In concern, I find the courage to speak.

"Arthur…?"

I almost drop my tray. Yes, his head shoots up in a heartbeat, but the abruptness isn't what startles me. It's the look in his glassy emerald eyes that does. They're clear windows to his heart and he looks almost vulnerable. It's a conflicted, lost gaze and it throws me off completely. I begin to open my mouth, but he beats me to it.

"…You-" He discreetly tries to clear his throat, but I've already heard the broken tone. "You won't leave me too… right?"

I swallow. The words leave my mouth faster than my mind can think.

"Never."