[ For a moment, she wonders if maybe she's dreaming again. If somehow she's been pulled back into the deep expanse of the Dream Width; and that, if it could bring her father back to her like this, that it might be nice to let herself get lost in it completely.
But she wants this to be real. She wants her father here, to be warm and solid and there to hold her tight like he had when she was small. So when he slowly spreads his arms out wide, taking a step forward to close the excruciatingly large space between them, any want or need to be strong, to hold it all in crumbles away in an instant. She closes that space in a few surprisingly large steps, half-grasping for and half falling into him. Gripping him hard as she buries her head into his chest.
It all hits her like a wave then, and as she bites down on her bottom lip to keep it from trembling, to keep any kind of sound from coming out, she feels a kind of peaceful release then. Her face is hot, and she can feel the tears burning her eyes, but she doesn't care.
He even smells the same, the faint scent of his cologne on the same old coat she insisted on sleeping with when she was growing up, on those nights he didn't come home. It's too much... ]
I didn't think...
[ Swallowing down hard, she lets her words fall away. It doesn't matter. None of it matters. He's here, he's right here... ]
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But she wants this to be real. She wants her father here, to be warm and solid and there to hold her tight like he had when she was small. So when he slowly spreads his arms out wide, taking a step forward to close the excruciatingly large space between them, any want or need to be strong, to hold it all in crumbles away in an instant. She closes that space in a few surprisingly large steps, half-grasping for and half falling into him. Gripping him hard as she buries her head into his chest.
It all hits her like a wave then, and as she bites down on her bottom lip to keep it from trembling, to keep any kind of sound from coming out, she feels a kind of peaceful release then. Her face is hot, and she can feel the tears burning her eyes, but she doesn't care.
He even smells the same, the faint scent of his cologne on the same old coat she insisted on sleeping with when she was growing up, on those nights he didn't come home. It's too much... ]
I didn't think...
[ Swallowing down hard, she lets her words fall away. It doesn't matter. None of it matters. He's here, he's right here... ]