Bonus Chapter II

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I ran the tips of my fingers over the soft delicate petals of the roses I carried as I followed my father's​ footsteps. Slowly he stopped and kneeled on the ground as we made it to our destination, my mother's grave.

"She was so pretty, your mother." He spoke without meeting my eyes, taking the flowers I was carrying and the ones he also had, he placed them in matching ceramic vases opposite each other by her gravestone. "She was so young and I don't think I'll ever stop loving and missing her."

"I'm sorry," I looked at my father sadly but with a tinge of happiness that we were finally able to come here together after so long. "I guess I'll never truly understand the pain you went through when you lost her but that just goes to show how much she meant to you and I."

My father tucked the last rose firmly in the vase next to him and touched her gravestone again, closing his eyes for a moment when he did so. "You know, I still feel her with me, regardless of the time that's passed, I can still feel her here."

"Really?"

"Yes," He held a hand out to me and smiled, his expression light and pain free to my surprise. "Let's go."

"Dad, maybe you should try finding someone now, you know that wouldn't be bad. I'm sure mom would've wanted that." He laughed and shook his head at my words, looking back for a moment at her grave.

"No, I couldn't even if I wanted to."

"Why not?" I curiously inquired.

"Because, I'm happy with the way things are, and I'll never love anyone as much or with as much passion as I did with Monica." He smiled to himself silently. "Sometimes at night I can feel her next to me and when I fall asleep, she's always in my dreams. That love that I feel will always be with me and always be enough."

"Oh," was all I was able to say, unsure of how to dispute his words. Warmth eventually filled my chest, knowing that at least he wasn't sad and lonely since I wasn't there.

We continued walking until we stopped at a bench and sat together, taking in the fresh air before I saw my father sigh. "Well, I guess that wasn't so bad." He said running a hand through his hair. "It has been a while since I was last here."

"What do you mean? I haven't been here in months and you come here every two weeks."

"It should be every two days."

I laughed and shook my head, my father's undying love for my mother utterly admirable. "You know, last week Kerrick and I visited his mother's grave."

"I know, Victoria told me, she was keeping the baby that day."

"Yeah, well Kerrick told me he hadn't been there in years. I guess, over the past few months and sequence of events he must have finally found the courage to visit her."

"That's good to know, he's really changing into a fine young man, you must be very proud of him."

"Very," I said with a blush creeping across my cheeks. He really had surprised me at his mother's grave with the gentleness I heard him speaking to her with, not a trace of resentment or sadness in his voice. "So did you know her well?

"In a way, I knew her as a soft and quiet girl, very ambitious and sometimes shy. When she got together with Charles, It was like a sheep getting together with a wolf but from my perspective, he did love her and she loved him regardless."

I nodded quietly, Kerrick told me that even though his father spoke ill of her on many occasions and never visited her grave, he had once caught him crying and holding her photo in his office. That of course, he said happened recently.

"Both Marguerite and your mother died too young but these things do happen."

"What do you mean?"

"Life is unexpected and anything could happen at anytime, we have no way of knowing or predicting these things." I swallowed hard and stared at my father, dread falling over me.

"You mean, like I could lose Kerrick?" I closed my eyes immediately to stop myself from even thinking about that, the sadness and pain I would have to endure if that happened inconceivable.

"No, not exactly but I do mean you should cherish and spend as much time with your family as you can because we're only here for a limited time." He smiled at me, and the calm atmosphere around us returned.

"Thanks dad," I smiled in return and thought for a moment about Kerrick and Kalib. "I don't want to leave my family either anytime soon, but I know at least while I'm still here now, I'll try to do the best I can to make them happy."

"Now, that sounds like my little girl!" He laughed and ruffled my hair.

"Dad!" I protested while heat burned my cheeks again, his amused laughter ringing in my ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He said while trying to recatch his breath and wiping his eyes. "By the way, how's Kalib doing, I haven't seen him in a while now."

"Well dad, he's growing to look more like Kerrick everyday." I smiled proudly. "Even though he has my eyes and hair color, everything else is Kerrick."

"Well that's a disappointment, I really hoped he'd look more like his grandfather."

"I'm sure he's like you on the inside dad." I reassured him.

"I hope so." He said, linking his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, I guess we should get going now." I got up from the bench and my father followed, his eyes locking up at the sky for a moment.

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

I gazed up at the clouds, sunlight shining down through the cracks of blue between them, silver lining each one.

"I just," he started again and I met his gaze. "I'm glad we came here together."

"Yeah, so am I."

"Well if there's nothing left for us to do, let's go."

"Okay, dad."

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~ miesumae

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