The living room was somberly silent, save for the quiet background music playing on the TV as the credits rolled by.
"That... was kinda sad." Darcy whispered. Harry pulled her closer from where they were on the couch, and tugged on her braid.
"Well, it's good to see some sadness once in a while. Prepares you for the real world." Harry says, grabbing the remote and shutting off the TV. "Well, it's almost eleven, Dar Dar. Off to bed you go."
Darcy stays put, still staring at the TV. Harry gives her a little playful nudge, but he himself doesn't move either. After a day of shoveling snow around the neighborhood, he was bummed out. Nothing felt better than to just stay there forever, and forget the troubles of the world.
"Do you... do you suppose that's why Dad left us?" Darcy asks tentatively. For a second Harry's mind churns, before remembering the movie playing beforehand. There just so happened to be a little girl Darcy's age, who had a single father, just like Harry. Harry clears his throat looking for the right words to say, but silence is all that he can come up with.
"You used to say the whole Santa Claus stuff, but I know that's not true." Darcy says, before taking a deep breath. "And I kinda wanna learn more about Dad."
Harry stays silent, wishing that the credits music was back on.
"Papa, I just... please. Say something. You can't tell me Dad works for Santa forever. I know it makes you upset, but there is so much I don't know, and I don't like that." Darcy says, her voice trembling. Harry isn't sure what makes him do it, but he simply stands up and walks to his room, shutting the door. He doesn't bother changing his clothes either, and simply slumps into the bed.
Soon enough, he hears Darcy sigh outside, and the living room lights flip off as she drags herself to bed as well.
And Harry lies there, thinking. Harry has always believed in other lifetimes, although not very strictly, but it's a nice thought he likes to contemplate. It used to be that he felt like the luckiest Harry out of all the lifetimes, but now, it just feels like he's been ripped off. Even if there are other lifetimes, this one is still the one in the present, and nothing in him screams more than to get this lifetime over and on to the next.
Then Harry gets afraid that Darcy won't be in the next life, and nothing scares him more than that. He couldn't imagine a world without Darcy, yet it hurts so much to stay in this lifetime.
As the night drew on, Harry was sure that Darcy must have fallen asleep, until a small white envelope slid under the door. Easing his way up, Harry picked up the envelope and turned it over.
To Daddy, it read, and Harry smiles.
This chapter is... ehhh... anywho, grammar mistakes? :)-Clayla
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