You Have Us

"From now on, stay the hell away from her."

Arvid's words rang in their minds since the moment they set foot out of Dharvey's house. Arlo still sat on Dharvey's floor, Dharvey now kneeling beside him to check up on him.

"Are you alright—"

Before Dharvey could even reach out to him, he brushed her hand away from him, Dharvey feeling hurt that she was being rejected.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you're hurt and—"

"I deserved it. This would never have had happened anyway if I did not go here."

Dharvey's lips turned into a tight line. Her heart was throbbing, wanting to help Arlo's bleeding nose and at the same time, comfort him.

But both of them knew that they are both at fault. With what happened just now, it was already enough slap on their faces that it was their fault.