He grabbed it.
Arthur backed away, his heart now racing with a different kind of fear. He looked at the door. It was further away than it should be. The hallway stretched out, the perspective warping, the end of the corridor becoming a tiny pinprick of light. arabella rose stay
Arthur stared at his reflection in her side mirror. A young man stared back. A young man with terrified eyes. He grabbed it
"I fixed you," the voice whispered, right against his ear. He felt a phantom brush of hair against his cheek. "You were rotting away like the floorboards. I couldn't let you crumble. I held you together. I kept the time outside from getting in." He grabbed it. Arthur backed away