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we'll live the rest of our lives, but not together
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[html]  | |  | Fairy Tales had been her favorite with their mystical lands and odd creatures, books that she read alone, in the quiet of the night. Now she would have a new favorite, one that would mean more to her than any other possession that she ever had, which wasn't much in the first place. "Thank you." There was really nothing more that she could offer because not even words could express how much the gift meant to her, though she was certain he could hear it in her voice. Still they danced, but as Rachias thought more and more about the book, her steps became slower and slower until the point that she stood still, hand it hand with her father.
"Should I add more?" She asked quietly, finally breaking the silence. When had been the last time that he had written in the book? How much of the end of Clouded Tears' time had been added? Surely there was enough room for a tale about a Hero who may have only been so in his daughter's eyes. He had become much more than she could have ever imagined after her childhood with him, despite insisting that it would never happen. "I don't know how to be a father." He'd told her that once, back when she was much much smaller. They were false words now and, just like she had told him when she was younger, she still thought that he was doing just fine. "Thank you.." She repeated again, though the words had nothing to do with the gift given. Even she was old enough to understand that he had put himself aside to try and be what she had always wanted.
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