#perhaps a love letter for a fucking pixelated man that I am so desperate for 🧍‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Reader who always has Arthur’s picture in her locket necklace.

Clutching to it when Arthur disappeared.

You tell yourself this isn’t something he would do. That he still has enough of a man in him to not do a thing so cruel.

And if maybe he had died, then you will search for him through every crumble of soil and to the ends of the earth, locket by your chest.

So search you did, far and wide. Checked every post office. Tracked down traces of him.

It’s hardest when you ask around; opening your locket to them like baring your heart. The foolish thing that still beats for him day and night.

Months passed and you wonder if it’s better to be crazy. That maybe he had never existed at all. How did he just dissipate into nothing? Only leaving his face in this necklace and a yearning that is slowly killing you from the inside?

You’ve started to see him as this picture; black and white. Void of the blue that colored his eyes. Brazen hair rusting beyond the shade you remembered it to be. The places he once touched and had your skin set alight now cold. Maybe he’ll be forever frozen in time.

But just when your body felt like it’s been pulled completely taut, and your faith toppled on the edge of a cliff, you see him.

A ghost in vivid colors. Your name left his lips and it sent a chill down your spine. A ghost whose touch paralleled the warmth of a fire. Whose stare ignited a pace to your heart and brought you back to life.

You can feel him. Every scratch and every dent of his skin when he reached for your locket.

Where Arthur Morgan remained in your heart and is the reason behind its every beat. Where he has always and will forever reside in.

And you are reminded of this as he kissed you, a confirmation that he’s come home.

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