Arthur
The ray of sunlight has never revitalized him as much as it does now. As Arthur stared through the window, he contemplated on random things that came across his mind.
A shuffle on his right side woke him up from his stupor. As Arthur slowly glanced in that direction, his eyes slowly scanned the appearance of that of Charles Wicker, his Rose. He seemed to be snoozing peacefully, and the pain that he experienced, shared between him and Arthur, is way less than before.
“…Another skin fell off.” He muttered softly and his left hand moved to caress Charles’ wrinkly cheeks. Slowly, Arthur pulled off the thin layer of skin from Charles’ face. The skin behind the one Arthur pulled off was red and smooth, like a newborn baby. After Charles broke down into pain for almost two days, last ni
