A Part of Him

"Ma said that you are leaving," Diana appeared at his door while Arthur was looking at the notification. Her words made him snap out of his daze, and he raised his gaze to meet hers.

There was an awkwardness in the air, as both did not know what to do next. All they did was look at each other until their familiarity transcended into obscurity.

"The city needs me," he said as he pressed his palm on the table to stand up. "I have been absent for far too long. The war summit does not need me to stay."

"You know of the king's plan," she said while tightening her fist. "Are you leaving me here alone with them? You are avoiding me. No, not that. You are discarding me," she threw her hand, and a layer of frost covered the room.

As the frost touched Arthur, his soul shivered at the coldness. This coldness resided within her, and it accompanied eternal loneliness. Her face was broken, revealing how hurt she was feeling.