Chapter 37

**Arnold's POV**

“Don't you think it's time to let go and move on?” I asked, immediately I walked in and saw him staring at that picture again. I couldn't comprehend why he was hard on himself over his mate's death. I tried my best to find a way to make him forget about her, but he wouldn't.

“Her death still feels fresh, Arnold.” He turned to face me. Tears had already gathered in his eyes, and I couldn't fight the urge to pull him in for a hug.

“I know how you feel buddy,” I said and hugged him. “You have to move on for the pain to go away. I am sure she wants the same thing for you.” I cooed.

He sighed and pulled away from the hug. Wiping his face dry, he stood and tucked his hands in his pockets, still glancing at the picture. Somehow I could feel his hurt, his pain and I didn't want him to experience that. I was the only person who could see his vulnerable side, I'm the only person he shares his darkest secrets with. He wasn't always like this; all these happened after we lost Av