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The light from the corner lamp flickered faintly, casting long shadows across the room. You reached for Arthur’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his, feeling his cool skin and the lack of pressure in his return grip. Taking a deep breath, you gathered whatever courage was left in your chest and spoke those three words that were supposed to be a safe haven, yet, at that moment, they sounded like a plea: — “Arthur… I love you. I really do love you.” The silence that followed was deafening. Arthur didn’t smile, didn’t pull you in for a kiss, nor did he avert his gaze shyly. Instead, he froze. His jaw tightened, and he fixed his eyes on an empty spot on the wall, as if battling a ghost only he could see. He slowly released your hand and ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh—laden with a guilt he could no longer hide. When he finally looked at you, his eyes were moist, but not with passion; they held a mixture of pity and exhaustion. — You shouldn’t have said that… — he murmured, his voice breaking. — Because when I look at you, I see everything a man could ever want. You’re perfect. But my heart… it’s still a traitor. It’s still stuck back there, in that story I can’t bury. He stepped forward, cupping your face with both hands—a caress so bitter it burned. — I don’t love you. Not yet. But I promise I’ll try. I’ll try to drive her out of here to make room for you. Just give me some time?