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[Wednesday, 8:30.]
- Lucia's POV _
....?
I open my eyes.
But I can't see anything.
No, maybe I was opening my eyes this whole time but didn't see anything so maybe I just closed it, thinking I opened it.... no, maybe not- I just... ... I don't know.
What was I doing?
... My memory's film is shattered and I'm just blinking stupidly like I'm devastated by something.
The second thing I feel are the arms around me.
...?
Oh, well...
Maybe I was just...
Stunned.
I was always the one who's hugging first.
Since seven years or whatever.
"We love you." My huger whispers.
...Ah, yes.
Not maybe, I was stunned.
I was always the one who craving love.
Since my entire life or forever.
Momentarily dazed, I hug the one back, wishing this moment will last more.
Why?
Oh, I don't know.
Because I wanted a person's warmth in every, I mean whatever form?
Because the one said 'We love you'...? Whoever are 'we', maybe I was so captivated in the word 'love'.
The word that made my whole world.
... More like, breaking my world, but vestiges of wreckage are anyway my life.
Or maybe,
Because inside of someone's arms is so warm, loving,
and... familiar.
Again, I close my eyes- or opening it but I don't care- I hug the one tighter, freeing myself from the awkward position of lightly putting my hands around one's shoulder.
And I can feel it, no- them. I can feel everything that made my memory, hope, and every s**ts.
The smooth leather, the coat that got tighter the higher up the neck, the curve of the shoulders, everything. Everything I felt when he hugged me when I was young enough to believe everything he told me, enough to ignore, or just simply couldn't notice it.
"Dad," I whisper.
He steps back and I can see Mom smiling widely behind him, looking at me.
"This is a dream, right?" I ask, feeling my voice shaking.
But it's okay.
I'm fine.
They always tortured me, scream they never loved me, used me, and did everything possible to break me in every dream, but look at right now. It's... it's warm.
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DC - Lucia Ace quinzelㅣAnd Damian wayneㅣ(All seasons together)
أدب الهواةLucia Ace quinzel, the daughter of Joker and Harley quin. But nobody called her that way. Even herself thinks her name is 'Lucy'. Forsook by her parents, Lucy grew alone in the dark street of Gotham city. She wondered and cried and blamed. And seven...
