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𝕾pecial events are unique, very important moments for people to remember, cherish and even take them as the start of something new in their lives. Most of the time these events are always awaited for a lot of people but it also can be dreaded by others. Mephisto was staring out of the window, his attention completely away from the people that were in the same room as him. It was his daughter's graduation and he should be happy for her, he was, but there were things that were clouding his true feelings. From the very beginning, it was his decision to enroll Violet at the Cram School five years ago and years of hard work and endless obstacles were finally paying off.
Mephsito was proud of his daughter and for all the things she had achieved at her young age. However, he couldn't ease the pit on his stomach every time he thought about the dark path his daughter was going to start walking on. Violet had a golden heart, she cared for others, without questioning who or what they were. She never saw things black or white, she always believed in equality for both species and that they both had to be treated with respect. From a very young age, Violet always impressed him with how mature and persistent she could be, even more when others tried to change her mind about her own beliefs.
Violet was unusually quiet on the table, her tiny hand moving around her food on the table while the other supported her cheek on it. Her purple eyes were down, not sparing a look to anyone in the room. It only took a second for Mephisto to notice that there was something wrong with his daughter the moment he entered the dining room. Normally, Violet would be beaming at him, excited to tell him everything she did during the day but that night she just stayed on her seat with no interest to even lift her head to greet him. "I see you haven't touched your food." Mephisto commented while he removed her top hat and put it on the table before taking a seat at the head of the table.
"I'm not hungry." Violet quietly said. "Can I go to my room?"
Mephisto looked at her with soft eyes, something must have happened during the day that had his daughter so upset. Even when she wasn't hungry she would stay with him on the table and talk with him. "Yes you can , but not until you tell me what happened today." He responded, making Violet look at him in the eyes for the first time he had set foot in the dining room. Mephisto leaned on the table with a tiny smile on his face. "Go ahead, I'm all ears."
"Do you love me, Daddy?" She asked him.
Mephisto looked at his daughter with wide eyes open, her sudden question taking completely out of guard. "Of course I do!" He quickly responded at the same time a frown forming on his face, questions on why his nine years old daughter was asking such a thing.
Violet looked down to her plate with a small smile. "I knew it." She quietly said.
"Why are you asking that if you knew?" Mephisto questioned her.
