𝐎𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 ↬ 𝒗𝒊

twenty-nine. thoughts unthought of

twenty-nine.

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《 thoughts unthought of 》

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : FALLEN ANGEL - Chris Grey
1:40 ───ㅇ───── 3:38
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"DAD

I can tell when he's tired
I can tell when he's stressed
I tell him to take one moment, just one
Just to rest, and he never listens

I get it, but that doesn't mean I like it
I mean, it's hard watching him like that
For years, I've watched him drown himself in political conflict and work

Now, he's a Councilor
I just hope it's a good thing that he is
Maybe, just maybe, he can make some improvements

My dad is a good man with a good heart
He can open his mind when needed
I have faith that he won't fall for their corruption, that he'll do what's right

He works a lot, but he's still there for me
For that, I'm grateful
I know he does it for us
To give us everything

I love my dad
So much."

. . . . .

It was never this soon when North thought she would be standing over such a regal casket that held her own father inside.

Never this soon.

Moisture gathered in her eyes as they stared down at the unmoving body belonging to her loved one, his eyes closed and his hands propped to rest on his stomach.

She only held it together for her mother who stood to the side of the casket, holding her hand over her trembling lips.

For the enforcers who had gathered for the ceremony, watching her every move.

For Vi, who stood somewhere among the crowd with a sorrowful frown and guilt glimmering in her eyes.

It was surreal. It was surreal to believe that North's father would not open his eyes. That he would not arise. That he had no fight in him left and no more life to live.