"Arthur, you promised we would go out on a date tonight." You felt practically heart broken right now. Arthur had been ignoring you all week, but promised that he would take you out tonight. You put up with all of it because you were exited for tonight.
"I told you (name), I have work to do. Gosh when did you become so annoying?" he said not even looking up at you.
You felt hot tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you looked at the man you once believed to be perfect.
When you first meant Arthur, he made you feel like a queen. Always bringing you gifts, taking you on midnight walks, and to dinners. Your life had become something out of a movie. You had never before been so happy in your life.
But Arthur slowly started to break away from you. Ignoring your texts, or phone calls, saying he had to work late. You spent most nights at the apartment you shared with him alone. In the mornings you would sometimes find him sleeping on the couch instead of in bed with you.
You stood there trying not to cry. Arthur sighed, annoyed. He turned around to face you.
"Can't you give me some peace (name)? You never give me time to myself." His words hit you hard, like a slap in the face. A sob escaped your mouth and you turned, running out the door to your apartment, down the halls, and out the door of the building.
The cool outside air chilled your exposed skin. You had been dressed to go out, your dress barely covered your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around yourself, and walked down the side walk.
You didn't really have the intentions of going anywhere, you just needed to be away from "him" right now. You needed some time to think.
You soon made your way to the park near your building. You sat down on a wood bench, bringing your knees up to your chest. You leaned your head down against them and closed your eyes.
"Whatever is the matter Popett?" you whipped your head up at the sound of the voice to see a man now sitting next to you on the bench. You blinked a few times. He looked just like Arthur, aside from a few small details.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief. You hesitated for a moment, then took it, whipping your face of the make-up you knew was probably smeared down your face.
"Now then, why don't you tell me what has you so upset love." You sniffed looking over at the man. You weren't sure what it was about him that made you want to tell him but you decided to tell him everything that had happened.
He listened attentively through the whole thing. He even looked genuinely concerned for your feelings. Which was strange, seeing as you've never meant him before.
When you were done talking, the man looked up at you with a smile and said,
"If I had such a beautiful lady as you (name), I would treat he like a queen, and give her every bit of love she deserved."
You smiled at the man. Then your smile started to slowly fade.
'wait, he said my nameā¦. how does he know my name?' this thought bothered you. You were sure you hadn't told him your name so, how did he know it?
Unnerved you stood up, and nodded to the man.
"Thank you for listening to me, but I should really be going now."
You quickly turned to leave, but was stopped when you felt a hand grip your shoulder. You flinched and slowly turned to face the owner of the hand.
A wide smile, that resembled the chesiar cat, spread across his lips.
"You know, it's rather rude to leave when someone is talking to you (name)."
