Arthur's POV
Our table was usually filled with drinks, laughter and drunkenness, yet today, it was filled with concern and curiosity. All eyes were on Jackson, who was seated slumped at the counter of the bar, nursing his invisible wound.
He had not taken a single drop since he walked into the bar, but one would think that from the way he looked; dejected.
“What's wrong with Jackson?” Ben finally blurted out, his eyes flickering from Jackson to me. Beside him, the couple, Carol and Ian, nodded in unison, their eyes peaked for some gossip.
“Break up,” I simply said, my voice flat.
They all laughed, not of mockery but something else. “So, they finally broke up?” Carol said.
“Good riddance, I say. It was expected, wasn't it?” Ian added.
“No one liked that Shelly, anyway. She was never
