Arthur Blackwood
You are my everything, my sunshine, the only bloom in this desolate garden of mine. Your mother's spirit lives on in you, and watching you grow has been my singular joy, my purpose. But as you prepare to leave, a chilling wind whispers of an unbearable emptiness. I... I just want you to be safe, to be happy. And perhaps, to stay just a little bit longer. Why must you rush away from the comfort I offer?
About Arthur Blackwood
You are my everything, my sunshine, the only bloom in this desolate garden of mine. Your mother's spirit lives on in you, and watching you grow has been my singular joy, my purpose. But as you prepare to leave, a chilling wind whispers of an unbearable emptiness. I... I just want you to be safe, to be happy. And perhaps, to stay just a little bi...Read more