Arthur sat in his usual spot, facing that same window and blinking just as rhythmically as before.
That time around, Arabella had a few things that had remained bottled up inside of her to share and so, she dragged a chair near his only to settle, twiddling her fingers on her lap.
By then, the moon already shone bright upon their side of the world, bathing everything and everyone in the power it so graciously agreed to bestow.
The young man, of course, just sat there, unresponsive as though no one had addressed him at all.
"Yet another beautiful night has come upon us, don't you think, Arthur?" she simpered.
Not a peep from him. Not even a nod of acknowledgement.
Pleasantries weren't a must but a good softener to the actual words that pushed for their freedom.
