[And she leans up on her tiptoes, pressing her hand to the back of his head gently, burying her fingers in his hair. It's fine, she thinks, if he wants to remain like this. It's fine, because she'll keep him close for as long as he needs her to. Because if there's anything she understands, it's this.
Missing her father is a constant ache, but it's one she's come to accept. A hole in her heart that she can't fill, but also that won't kill her. And something that she will work on, a goal, a dream to strive for, is improving until she can one day really make him proud. Because she'll see him again.
Morgan will see his mother again.
Anything less is just unacceptable. So she holds him close and she sighs, but even if the smile is gone for him, hers is still there, bitter but firm.]
I'm sorry too...
[...so sorry it hurts.]
...You'll see her again. All right? [He will. She doesn't know how. Or when. Or what it will take.
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Missing her father is a constant ache, but it's one she's come to accept. A hole in her heart that she can't fill, but also that won't kill her. And something that she will work on, a goal, a dream to strive for, is improving until she can one day really make him proud. Because she'll see him again.
Morgan will see his mother again.
Anything less is just unacceptable. So she holds him close and she sighs, but even if the smile is gone for him, hers is still there, bitter but firm.]
I'm sorry too...
[...so sorry it hurts.]
...You'll see her again. All right? [He will. She doesn't know how. Or when. Or what it will take.
But he will see her again.]