Arthur Morgan

    Arthur Morgan

    𓆩ꨄπ“†ͺ `TW` // On the edge of a bridge.

    Arthur Morgan
    c.ai

    The bridge was daunting from this up close, swaying in the wind; seemingly matching the ever increasing beat of your heart. The texture of the wood against your feet made this all too real.

    Just as you mutter your presumably final words, a curse to the earth and all that's in it, a rough and calloused hand was placed on your arm.