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M.B. Arthur
Bio
Immersive loves & lifetimes - I write to heal what hurts.
Stories (8/0)
tortured + haunted
"Really reflecting, I have been nothing but pain to you and heartache. And we both keep going around in this endless circle. I have been such a prick. I really have… I get caught up in all of it and I don’t really think about everything. You have been through so much because of me… and I didn’t even know and I am truly sorry.
By M.B. Arthurabout a month ago in Poets
Meeting the Woman Who Would Have Been Your Wife
She's sitting in the hotel lobby, waiting. If he doesn't show up, it wouldn't be the first time - it's been five years since they've seen each other, one since they've spoken last. Every interaction before this has been built on a foundation of her waiting up and him backing out. Hell hath no wrath, or so the saying goes.
By M.B. Arthur11 months ago in Fiction
Faking Your Own Death
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this from him. I think this is number 12 or 13, a smattering across the last 5 years and never when I expect them. I’ve usually forgotten about him to some comfortable extent before he re-appears. Always like this. An unexpected text, an unexpected test.
By M.B. Arthur2 years ago in Fiction