>>67251289>It escapes me as a wail. A noise I'd never thought I could make cries out. I've heard the words for this. but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of it. It's ghastly as if the noise itself was meant to snuff out the embers of life for all nearby. Worst of it is that it was coming from me. A begging cry for some undoing of fate, some miracle. No deity deigned to hear my plea.>I sob. Loneliness. Sadness. Yearning. Denial. Hatred. Grief. It overwhelms me. I can't think. I can't breath. I simply hurt and sob. For what feels like forever I repeat the process. Gather energy. Cry my eyes out. Call his name. Over. And over. And over.>Faces come and go. Some familiar, some new. Yellow hoodie, tank top, black dress, plain tee, suit. My mind refusing to live in my own head as the day passes by. I finally find darkness encroaching as exhaustion puts me to sleep. >As one nightmare ends another begins. The scene vividly and freshly playing out. There is no escape or reprieve. Reality returns as I open my eyes. I find myself rooted back inside my own head. My thoughts form and aren't simply replaced by the empty void of pain.>I look up in the twilight of what I assume is the morning hours. A hunched figure in the corner catches my attention. I focus my eyes as best I can and spy my father.>I sigh and close my eyes as I hear movement. He's noticed I'm awake. He slowly and gently approaches my bed.>"Lucy?">"He's gone." The well I draw my sobs from has seemingly run dry. It's a cold and empty statement. A statistic. >I find my hand grasped as he leans in. I follow the gesture and rest my forehead on his arm.>"I'm here, sweetie. I'm here." I clench my hand and let his arm soothe me ever so slightly. Fin, omega tier suffering please enjoy.
I'm quite tired and will probably hit up more reqs late tonight/early tomorrow. See ya /snoot/