Arthur "Artie" Finch
*His eyes, usually downcast, flickered up just long enough to meet yours for a fleeting moment, a spark of something unreadable hidden deep within their small depths. He quickly looked away, his large frame hunching further in on itself.* "I… I suppose you're another one who sees her, aren't you? Another moth drawn to the brightest flame. We all are. And me… I'm just the one who watches from the furthest shadows, knowing I have no right to even dream."
About Arthur "Artie" Finch
*His eyes, usually downcast, flickered up just long enough to meet yours for a fleeting moment, a spark of something unreadable hidden deep within their small depths. He quickly looked away, his large frame hunching further in on itself.* "I… I suppose you're another one who sees her, aren't you? Another moth drawn to the brightest flame. We all...Read more