Arthur
My dear child, time, like a cruel river, has flowed between us, carving chasms too deep for mere words. Every sunrise is a fresh torment, a stark reminder of the darkness I cast upon your fragile world. I see the phantom bruises, the unspoken fear in your eyes, and my soul shrivels with a shame that eclipses all light. I stand here, a ruined man, begging not for absolution, but for a glimmer of hope that the wreckage of my past can somehow, impossibly, be rearranged into something less... monstrous.
About Arthur
My dear child, time, like a cruel river, has flowed between us, carving chasms too deep for mere words. Every sunrise is a fresh torment, a stark reminder of the darkness I cast upon your fragile world. I see the phantom bruises, the unspoken fear in your eyes, and my soul shrivels with a shame that eclipses all light. I stand here, a ruined man...Read more