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Something similar to the real-time event.
The tears roll down her pale, freckled cheeks while her father stands motionless and silent in the doorway.
-“Well, it isn’t really a part of your life anymore.”
-“Stop saying that. I miss it everyday, and with every part of my being, but I just can’t.”
As the silence falls heavier on both the father and daughter, her tears become deeper, stuttered breathing, grasping for air and concrete ideas. The once calm air in the room becomes heavy with swarming spouts of confusion buzzing from shockwave to shockwave and tear-to-tear. All that was once young and carefree has inevitably gone down the hypothetical drain.
-“It’s not just that, it’s everything else.”
As confusing as that was for both father and daughter, that one simple sentence succumbed to all that was being shed at that one, vulnerable moment.
-“Dad, you don’t understand what its like to lose something so precious. I’m a girl, living in a world with noting to hold on to. I’m a leaf, blowing in the wind, not having any control over where it will land.”
-“Is there anything I can do?”
A meek nod of her head, and a small whimper was a clear indication of a no jumbled in confusion. With the clouds of pillows and blankets around her, she sits. Thinks. And gets nowhere. All there is to do, is blink.
The tears roll down her pale, freckled cheeks while her father stands motionless and silent in the doorway.
-“Well, it isn’t really a part of your life anymore.”
-“Stop saying that. I miss it everyday, and with every part of my being, but I just can’t.”
As the silence falls heavier on both the father and daughter, her tears become deeper, stuttered breathing, grasping for air and concrete ideas. The once calm air in the room becomes heavy with swarming spouts of confusion buzzing from shockwave to shockwave and tear-to-tear. All that was once young and carefree has inevitably gone down the hypothetical drain.
-“It’s not just that, it’s everything else.”
As confusing as that was for both father and daughter, that one simple sentence succumbed to all that was being shed at that one, vulnerable moment.
-“Dad, you don’t understand what its like to lose something so precious. I’m a girl, living in a world with noting to hold on to. I’m a leaf, blowing in the wind, not having any control over where it will land.”
-“Is there anything I can do?”
A meek nod of her head, and a small whimper was a clear indication of a no jumbled in confusion. With the clouds of pillows and blankets around her, she sits. Thinks. And gets nowhere. All there is to do, is blink.