The sun was setting softly outside, sending the golden rays spilling into the living room where Arthur was, glued to his phone, unaware of Sheila who was standing in the entrance of the room, fingers interlocked as she tried to remember everything she was going to say.
He was leaning back, one arm resting on the backrest, still oblivious to her. For some weeks now she had been unloading everything on him- her fears, her past and her pain. Every time she broke down, he had been there. He never turned away and never for once made her feel like a burden.
But she had never truly thanked him. Not properly. Not the way she should have. She let out a small sigh, steadying her breath before she began walking towards him.
Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears as she ambled softly, making no s
