Arthur picked up a pen and a fresh sheet of paper. He didn't have much time left to finish the tale, but he knew exactly how the next chapter started.
He thought of all the times he’d promised to stay, only to let his ambitions lead him out the door. He’d spent his life running toward a horizon that kept moving, thinking that "the story" was something he had to go out and find. one direction - story of my life // lyrics
In the picture, he was lifting Claire into the air. They were both laughing, their youth a vibrant armor against a world they hadn't yet learned could be unkind. "The story of my life," he whispered, his voice cracking. Arthur picked up a pen and a fresh sheet of paper