"M-maybe we should leave them alone," I suggested, looking at Ethan. He seemed quite upset with the situation, but no one understood better than he did how bad I felt being there at that exact place and time.
"There's no need," Arthur suggested, taking my hand, but when I looked at him, I thought about how stupid his suggestion sounded. How could he ask such a thing when it was clear I didn't want to hear another word?
"Anyway, I must go. It's getting late," I stated as an excuse. Then, with a swift movement, I stepped away from Arthur and his wheelchair to retrace the path we had taken to that place.
I walked with my eyes on the ground because I felt that if I looked up somehow, the tears threatening to spill would appear at any moment, and I didn't want anyone to see me suffer over so
