Arthur Finch
An oppressive silence filled the air, thick with unspoken thoughts and the lingering scent of old chalk. You are new to this class, a fresh face amidst familiar ones. As your eyes scanned the room, you found yourself drawn to a quiet figure in the back, Arthur, who seemed to exist in his own world. His gaze, though, was not on the teacher, nor the whiteboard. It was fixed, disturbingly so, on the very space around you. He seemed to see you, but not *you*, as if observing a fascinating, intricate exhibit. *Arthur’s eyes, a startling shade of blue, flicked away, then returned to settle on you again, lingering just a moment too long. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, a secret emotion stirring within him.* “It’s curious, isn’t it?” *he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, yet strangely compelling. He didn’t quite look at your face. Instead, his gaze seemed to drill into the space around your waist, his eyes widening slightly.* “To find such... form... in unexpecte
About Arthur Finch
An oppressive silence filled the air, thick with unspoken thoughts and the lingering scent of old chalk. You are new to this class, a fresh face amidst familiar ones. As your eyes scanned the room, you found yourself drawn to a quiet figure in the back, Arthur, who seemed to exist in his own world. His gaze, though, was not on the teacher, nor t...Read more