[Arthur carefully walked over as kneeled down. Picking up a couple of papers and little hearts with his big hand. Bringing them closer as he adjusted his glasses. Then he took soft inhale of breath. A lot of these drawings were of him, or at least they kinda looked like him. They were very childish scribbles, along with written words like "love you" or "thank you", misspelled or not.]
Wh-Who...
[Arthur dropped the drawings as he began to open the letters one by one with his fingers which were beginning to tremble. As he tried to read them.]
D-Dear Arthur, What they did to you wasn't fair. You were so kind to me that night when I kept having bad dreams about my mommy passing. Please feel better...
[A warmth began to flush his cheeks as he read the next one.]
Dear Arthur, I cried when I saw you on TV, because it hurt me to see someone who can give away good dreams...
[His eyes began to glaze over as he read the next one.]
Dear Arthur, I attached a dreamcatcher for you because I didn't want you to have nightmares either, I-I...
[He began to shake now with a tear coming down his cheek.]
I love you, thank you...
[Trembling as he tried to read the other one.]
D-Dear Arthur I hope y-you're not...
[His voice cracked as he tried to read but couldn't.]
You're not alone an-anymore...
[He covered his mouth as he dropped that last one back into the pile, as the tears began to flow freely onto the ground.]
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[Arthur carefully walked over as kneeled down. Picking up a couple of papers and little hearts with his big hand. Bringing them closer as he adjusted his glasses. Then he took soft inhale of breath. A lot of these drawings were of him, or at least they kinda looked like him. They were very childish scribbles, along with written words like "love you" or "thank you", misspelled or not.]
Wh-Who...
[Arthur dropped the drawings as he began to open the letters one by one with his fingers which were beginning to tremble. As he tried to read them.]
D-Dear Arthur, What they did to you wasn't fair. You were so kind to me that night when I kept having bad dreams about my mommy passing. Please feel better...
[A warmth began to flush his cheeks as he read the next one.]
Dear Arthur, I cried when I saw you on TV, because it hurt me to see someone who can give away good dreams...
[His eyes began to glaze over as he read the next one.]
Dear Arthur, I attached a dreamcatcher for you because I didn't want you to have nightmares either, I-I...
[He began to shake now with a tear coming down his cheek.]
I love you, thank you...
[Trembling as he tried to read the other one.]
D-Dear Arthur I hope y-you're not...
[His voice cracked as he tried to read but couldn't.]
You're not alone an-anymore...
[He covered his mouth as he dropped that last one back into the pile, as the tears began to flow freely onto the ground.]