|| Twenty ||🔞

XLI- F A R E W E L L

Writing in bold is from the letter y/n is remembering.

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Brushing the final creases of my black skirt I stand tall in front of the mirror.

My hair in an Amish updo Mel had somehow managed to put them in.

My eyes taking in my attire, then finally landing on my face.

A small sheen of foundation and some mascara on it. A little lip balm as well.

And a small smile on it.

My dear little firefly,
We didn't make it.
And daddy's sorry. So so sorry sweetheart.
Oh my little girl.... not so little anymore now, is she?

Yes... definitely not little.

I turn from my dressing in the very familiar room towards my small bed. Gosh...I can't believe I fit in it just a few years ago...

Living alone really increases your standards as it lowers your wallet, doesn't it?

Shaking my head at the Justin Bieber and Charlie's Angles posters above my bed, I take in a breath.

Memories...

I bend down on the chair where a very gigantic hat had been kept. A small mesh peaked from under it. For covering up the face of the bearer, I'm sure.

I pick it up. Moving to the mirror I wear it... the black of the hat covering all my hair as the mesh hid my face pretty well too.

I looked....very womanly.

Oh, I wish I could be there to see you grow up more and more, my love.

I wish it too, dad. I wish it too....

Sighing I remove the hat and throw it on the bed, quickly grabbing the small envelope from the table and moving out of the room.

Familiar hallway surrounds me as I stroll. Photoframes coming in my view one by one. Different shapes, different stories but...same smiles. Same people.

I stop in front of one just above the stairs. The picture was from the little forest nearby. Two people standing side by side as they smiled for the camera.

I was holding a bow. My bow. Only, my hands barely could hold all of it back then. Dad was standing beside me. A rifle in his hand as well.

It was one of our hunting days. The only difference was...this was at night. And there were fireflies all around us.

But what's done is done and we must keep flying despite of the dark, shouldn't we?

Must light the dark from our brave. Just like my little firefly...

Grazing my fingertips over the faces. A small smile again on my lips. I must do exactly that. I will do exactly that dad.

Reaching the end of the stairs with this promise, I find a presence by the end of it. Dressed in a black Armani tux, looking posh and grounded as always.