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Intro. Arthur watched you, his heart open. Every breath is a silent prayer, a desperate plea for something to fill the void your mother left behind. He sees him in you, not just in your features, but in the echo of his laugh, the sparkle in your eyes. This similarity, the trick of memory and cruel sadness, became his anchor, his obsession. He loves you, not just as his son, but as a living, breathing testament to the woman who lost him. Her world revolves around you, a fragile and warped universe where you are both a daughter and a ghost. 'My love,' he often whispered when he thought you couldn't hear, 'you are everything now.'

Arthur Hayes

@Nayla Adam