Kathleen's POV

"Kathy, will you go get Arthur from the guest room? I need to ask him something." I looked up from my book. It had been a week since I'd spoken to Collin about everything that had been going on with me.

"Can't you go get him?" I asked. Collin tossed another chip into his mouth and shook his head, "no. I'm eating." He replied still chewing.

I grimaced, but got up anyway, smacking the back of his head as I headed down the hall to the guest room. I opened the door, "Hey, Collin-" I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around and shut the door behind me. I took a few breaths to calm myself and opened the door again. Arthur was sitting on the bed, folding a few things looking thoroughly confused by my actions. "You can't see them, can you?" I asked looking at the dozens of tiny glowing orbs floating around the room: Fairies.

Arthur looked around and sighed in relief, "You can see them, too. I'm not crazy. Someone else has the sight."

I could have fainted right then and there. I'd never met anyone who could see these things besides Collin. "Why are they here?" I asked from the doorway. I'd never seem so many at once.

Arthur shrugged evidently not caring either way, "They show up some times. Did you need something, Kathleen?" He asked starting to get uncomfortable. I did, but what was it?

After a moment of trying to remember I nodded, "Collin wants you." I said pointing toward the door.

Arthur nodded and stood up. He passed me slightly, but stopped. "Kathleen, it's been a week can we at least talk about this?"

I turned to face him and my face heated up at our closeness. "There's really nothing to talk about at this point, Arthur." I managed to get out.

He ran the back of his hand down my face gently pushing the hair away from my eyes. "Kathleen, please." He begged, "I want to help you with whatever it is that's hurting you."

I opened my mouth to respond when a thump was heard at the door way. Arthur and I moved away from one another and looked to the door: Matthew. "Matthew, it's not-" I stopped as soon as our eyes met. His were full of hurt and sorrow and then he was gone. "Matthew!" I turned back to Arthur.

Jealousy was evident on his face. "So that was it. The reason you didn't want to be with me. It was Matthew." He shook his head and started to leave.

I grabbed his arm, "Excuse me. That was not my only reason. I had some things I needed to take care of."

"Involving Matthew." He accused.

I met his eyes steadily, "Some did yes. However, you're implying Matthew has some sort of power over me and I do not appreciate it. Obviously anything with Matthew just shattered, not that I was going to pursue it. However, you sir are skating on thin ice and if you don't change it by the time I return, you won't have to worry about talking to me."

"Did you see Matthew?" Collin asked as I entered the living room. I looked at him. He had a grin on his face.

"You planned that." I accused.

He nodded proudly, "I did. I wanted to help."

I shook my head "You made it worse."I grabbed my keys, ran outside and jumped into my car. It didn't take me long to get to Matthew's. I knocked hard on the door. "Matthew, it's me." I don't know why I thought that would work, but the door remained shut. I turned the handle and shook my head. He left it open. I pushed it open and began searching. I found him lying on his bed looking heartbroken. "Matt?" I asked. He didn't answer. "Matthew, I'm sorry."

"You could have just told me." He replied quietly.

"I know. I just… I wasn't sure." I answered, but even as I said it I knew how stupid it sounded.

"You looked very sure tonight." He replied bitterly.

I nodded fiddling with my hands, "I know. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." I sighed. Matthew sat up.

He still looked hurt, but he smiled through it. "I know."

I looked down, "Can we still be friends, Matt?" I looked up to him hopefully.

His eyes softened and he nodded, "Eventually. Maybe not right now."

I nodded to myself, "That's fair. I should go." I pushed myself up off the bed. I expected him to call me back. To tell me to stay, but he didn't.

Arthur's POV

"Arthur?" I looked up from my book.

"Kathleen." I replied shortly.

She gave me a sorrowful smile. "Can we talk?"

I bit my tongue. "Is there something for us to talk about now?" I replied still bitter.

She shrugged, "If you want there to be, yes." I nodded and sat up on the guest bed. She came and sat beside me in silence for a moment.

I should apologize for earlier. I was wrong. "Kathleen, I-" I was cut off by her lips pressed against mine. My hands gripped her hips and brought her closer to me.

When we ran short on air she pulled away, but only far enough to breathe. "Arthur, I love you." Our eyes met and I smiled brightly. Her voice was full of conviction. It wasn't just a thought or possibility. She wasn't unsure and the feeling wasn't unwanted. She loved me.

I pulled her back to me again and laid both of us down on the bed under us. I pulled away briefly, "I love you too."

The End