DEA
“Arthur!” I screamed in my dreams and woke up reaching for the side of the bed expecting to feel his warm body against mine, only to realize that it’s empty when my hand meets the cold sheets.
For a second, I don’t move. I just lie there staring at the ceiling, deluding myself and waiting for the familiar weight of him to shift beside me, for that subtle warmth at my back and the caress of his big hands on my face.
But none of that happened.
Ever since Arthur dropped me off at the house that night, nothing in my life has been the same. I woke up, cared for my mother, and tried job hunting, basically doing what a normal human being should be doing, but at the end of the day, I still found myself staring at the porch waiting for someone that would never come.
I know he had alread
