Arthur seemed to remember something all of a sudden.
He spun around frantically, rushed over to me, and grabbed my arm.
His fingers dug into my skin as if he were afraid I would bolt.
"Summer, I'm begging you. Put in a good word for me. I know I messed up. Please, just forgive me, okay?"
His voice was desperate and choppy.
His eyes were rimmed with red, and he was shaking all over.
I pried his hand off me.
"Arthur, we are breaking up. I am not joking."
I looked him straight in the eye, enunciating every word clearly.
"Pack your stuff and get out of my home."
Arthur froze.
His mouth hung open as if he wanted to say something, his Adam's apple bobbing, but not a sound came out.
I saw panic and fear in his eyes, but what I did not see was a single shred of concern for me.
He was
