Arthur's POV
I slammed my fist on the table, frustration boiling inside me. "How could she?" I muttered to myself.
I had humbled myself and said please, and still, Julianne refused me. Her rejection stung.
"How could she refuse me even though with the pleading? Didn't she know it took me a lot of nerve to do so, and she just behaved like some kind of ..." I sighed, palming my face in my arms.
I thought I had done everything right. I opened up, showed her my vulnerable side, and begged her to give me a chance, to give me a chance to show her in this merciless being called Arthur, there's still a chance to love someone, to care for them no matter who or what they are. But no, she still said no; she f*****g said no to my face and walked off like it meant nothing to her like I did not say
