It was nearly seven thirty when Arthur decides to head home, he watches the clear blue sky turn dark. The sunrays has slowly dispersed through the clouds, leaving a speckle of orange, violet, and yellow hues splatter on the skies as if it was a canvas. The sight of the skies that change colors is beautiful; if only Arthur is going to watch it with Grace, without worrying or anything. Now, he is just ruining it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, let alone try to reach out for her to apologize of what he had said but he just stopped. He does not know how to persuade her anyway, but it doesn’t mean he would stop liking Grace.
Considering the fact, it is not his fault, he should not apologize. Grace makes her decision for not leaving that group of drug syndicate while blaming him ruin eve
