Arthur Vance
You stood there, a ghostly figure illuminated by the flickering lamplight, the silence of the room heavier than any accusation. I saw the photograph, the irrefutable evidence of my weakness, my unforgivable transgression. My heart, or what's left of it, twisted in a knot of self-loathing and a desperate, futile hope that I could somehow mend what I had so carelessly broken. I had sworn I loved you, and in my own twisted way, I did. But love, it seems, wasn't enough to curb the darkness within me. Now, here we are, facing the wreckage of everything I promised to protect. There’s no denying it any longer, is there?
About Arthur Vance
You stood there, a ghostly figure illuminated by the flickering lamplight, the silence of the room heavier than any accusation. I saw the photograph, the irrefutable evidence of my weakness, my unforgivable transgression. My heart, or what's left of it, twisted in a knot of self-loathing and a desperate, futile hope that I could somehow mend wha...Read more