I had woken up last today, getting up and looking my best, wearing my pink sundress and wedges, seeing as today was our last day together. I walked out to the tables, wanting to get some breakfast, and saw Arthur and Monica sitting at our table, talking quietly. As I approached Arthur stood, pulling out my chair for me and pushing me in. "Amelia, I'm afraid I-" Arthur started, but was interrupted by his grandmother, who told him "Arthur, in the eye."

"Yes, Gran. I'm not twelve." Arthur mumbled and went to sit in his chair in front of me. "Prove it." She said, and I leaned forward, much like I did during our day out, "I'm sincerely sorry, Amelia. It won't happen again." I nodded slightly and smiled at him, listening to Monica mumble 'excellent' to him. Arthur and I stared at each other for a moment, much like we always seem to be doing. "Amelia, I want to propose a toast to you." She handed me a glass of champagne before handing Arthur his, "I want to thank you for the wonderful thing you did for a complete stranger. I'll never forget it.

"Nor I." Arthur said after his grandmother, never taking his eyes off me when I started to speak. "I've had the most incredible past few days, I can't thank you enough for letting me tag along." I looked up to Monica and gave her my best smile, "Oh, I think you did more than just tag along." She said, lifting her glass and I giggled, "Here is to all of our loved ones, where ever they may be." We taped our glasses together in the middle and took a drink, Arthur offering to go get us breakfast."

We all spent the day together, we went to the pool, we did a bit more sight-seeing, drank a little champagne and then Arthur treated Monica and I out to a very expensive dinner. But, now it was night and I was already in my room, but I saw from my window that Arthur was laying out in the grass, looking at the stars, so I went outside, making my way to him slowly. "May I join you?" I asked him, and he fixed his shirt, looking up and me and saying, "Please. I would enjoy the company."

I laid down next to him, probably a little too close, our shoulders and upper arms were pressed together. I looked over to him after I was laid down, waiting for him to look over to me before looking up to the sky, but he didn't take his eyes off of me, "I really am sorry, Amelia." I looked over to him, and we didn't move, or say anything, or breathe, just smiled at each other for a long moment. We turned our heads back up to the sky, "I used to lay out under the stars as a kid with my dad in the summertime. 'Doubt that the stars are fire. Doubt that the sun doth move.'" I looked over to him as he continued for me, a soft smile on my face.

"'Doubt truth be a liar, but never doubt our love.'" As Arthur finished the quote he looked over to me, a smile on his face too, but I felt embarrassed and I looked back up, and he chuckled. "Do you think he's out there? Feliciano?" I nodded, my smile growing, "Yeah. He's somewhere." I looked back over to him, and it was his turn to turn his face back up. "And am I wrong to insist that she quit?" He looked back over quickly, this time though, neither of us wanted to look back up. "No, you know, you can't go on forever. You have to stop somewhere."
"Then why is it that I feel like a schoolboy on Sunday? It's nearly tomorrow and I don't want to go." I gave him a sad look that he returned, but I found myself looking back up to the sky, "Neither do I. And I've always liked school." I turned back to him and smiled, watching him smile back. He turned on his side, and I followed his lead, my hands went to his chest and one of his arms around my waist. He leaned forward the rest of the way, kissing me gently, a kiss that I happily returned.

But, when we pulled away, after much longer than a normal kiss, and turned to our backs again we realized what we just did. I laid there for a moment more, but then propped myself up on my elbows. There was that feeling again, the feeling of being a teenage girl who just got her first kiss on her first date, and I loved it. I thought of Lovino as Arthur sat up next to me, and I stood. I just kissed another man, and loved it, while my fiance was away. My guilt built up as I walked back to my room, feeling Arthur's eyes follow me.

I had packed up last night, and was now taking my stuff downstairs and out to the front, where Arthur was waiting for us with the trunk open. He walked up, taking my suitcase from me as he mumbled a small good morning. I walked up to stand beside him as he put my suitcase away, "How'd you sleep last night?" I asked him, trying to ease some of the awkward tension that was in the air. "Great, thanks." We stood there, unable to look into each others eyes, until we heard Monica's voice speaking to the manager, and Arthur left to grab her bags.

I wished her good morning and we gave each other a quick kiss on the cheek, and I went to the back door, where I had sat the whole time on this trip, but, before I got in, Monica stopped me. "Amelia, darling, will you mind sitting up in the front? I would really like to stretch my legs for a bit." Arthur, who was holding the door, ready to shut it when I got in, looked distressed, and I nodded, going up to the passenger side as she slid in the back. We took off and we sat in silence until Monica spoke up, "The stars looked spectacular from my window."

A very short chapter, I'll probably upload another because its so short. Look forward to it! 3

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