How she wished things could go back to how they once were.
She would climb onto his lap, neck tickled by his beard and feel protected and warm and loved and as if there would never be a reason to worry or be scared ever again.
Everything had changed.
The walls of her castle had crumbled.
The accident.
"Are you okay?" she uttered the words all the while knowing that silence would follow.
How she longed for a story, any story, as only he could tell.
His tales were expertly and intricately woven around the truth, meant to make her laugh and think and to send her off to dreamland with another day drawn to a sweet end.
Coffee-scented kisses goodnight.
Bear hugs that would make a bear proud.
All but gone.
"Dad?" But he was somewhere far away, as if all alone on a snowy beach in the winter.
She needed him so badly, but he wasn't there.
Random memories flooded her brain and she remembered the loving murmurs heard through the walls each evening before her mom, his wife, their everything had been taken so abruptly from them.
The paper they were drawn upon had been irreconcilably ripped.
Nothing would ever be the same.
She wept.
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