Jade felt herself shaking as her father hesitated by the door. She wasn’t sure what it was, not immediately, fear was definitely not a factor. She wasn’t afraid, any fear for her father had turned into a clinical numbness. Even the chill did not seem to be a factor, no, she had adapted already to the abrupt coldness of her room.
No, she finally figured it out; rage.
Rage for the father that never listened, that came now to her, begging for forgivness he had not even tried to earn, rage for the father that had so easily assumed he was ‘strong enough’ to deal with the consequences of his actions. Rage for the father that was at her door, pleading with her, to get rid of his own personal guilt. It wasn’t for her that he came, he just wanted to get rid of his own fear.
The planchette shifts, and she calms rapidly, staring at it for a long moment as it presses into her hands. Her friend, the friend she couldn’t even see, cared more for her. She swallows thickly, taking the planchette, accepting it. She didn’t lift it from the board, but held it lightly in both hands, smiling weakly. She understood, she understood that this was their only link, that this was their treasure, their conduit.
”Thank you,” she whispered.
Happy {Late} Birthday kozpitchiner!
Originally Posted September 2015
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