It had been six years since the incident…
Today is Mother’s Day! The little girl thought excitedly. Maybe I’ll get to meet Mommy!
The girl ran down the stairs with a hand on the wall, guiding her. Her light-brown, wavy hair bounced with every step she took and her white and pink dress skirting flew behind her, as if it were dancing.. Bounding into the living room, where her dad was, she stopped and looked up at him, faded blue eyes looking right at him. His black hair was spiked as normal, a constant grin on his face when his daughter was present, though he knew she couldn’t see it. He wore a white button down shirt that creased in the correct places and his dark blue jeans were held up by a belt.
“Daddy, what’s Mommy like?” The girl asked in a high, care-free, happy tone.
The question threw him off guard. His body tensed, and his blue and gold eyes unfocused for a few seconds. Blinking, he looked back at her, tears welling in his eyes. “She was a wonderful woman.”
The girl blinked and sighed, looking away. “I wish I could’ve met her…” They were silent for a few moments before the child continued. “Daddy, do you ever miss Mommy?”
A few tears fell from her father’s eyes. “Yes, all the time, Issy.”
“Will I ever meet her...?” Issy looked back up at her father, curiosity lacing her tone.
Choked up, more tears fell from the man’s eyes. He didn’t let his daughter hear the sadness he held in his heart, and kept his tone light. He knew the day she would ask about her mother would come, but he never expected it to be when she was only six. “I can take you where she is.”
“Okay!” Jumping up and down in glee, the child ran to the door, avoiding the furniture out of memory. Her pink flats were silent against the white carpet.
Keeping himself quiet, the man slipped on his shoes and followed the small girl. She stopped at the door and held out her hand, waiting for her father. Taking her hand, he grabbed his keys and led her outside. Letting his hand go, she ran over to the car anxiously. Opening the door for her, he lifted her and put her in her car seat, buckled her in, and walked around to the driver’s seat and got in too.
The whole ride, Issy was smiling and asking questions about her mother. Some short pauses followed some of her questions, her dad holding back a sob or taking a moment to think. All of the memories came back to him, those old wounds being cut open one by one. He knew it was unintentional. If it were anyone else, he would have left and cried. So, no one ever brought her up around him. They all knew how dear he held his beloved to his heart.
A small time later, they arrived at their destination. Unbuckling his daughter, he pulled her out of the car and placed her on his shoulders. Shutting the door, he stepped onto the grass and began walking.
Issy looked around, hearing a faint sob drifting in the wind. A slight frown made it’s way onto her face. After a few minutes of walking, her father stopped and set her down. He looked down at a glossy stone in the ground. He visited less often than he would have liked, but taking care of his daughter came first.
Issy took his hand. “Daddy, where is she?”
Her father’s voice finally showed some strain as he sat down. “She’s right here.” He cleared some dead grass off of the stone.
His daughter sat with him and touched the stone lightly, tracing the letters with her finger. She said the name slowly. “Tiff...any?”
Her father took a breath before speaking. “Tiffany Peace... was your mother.” A sob finally made its way from his lips. A sound deep from his heart.
Looking toward him at the sound, Issy blinked. “Daddy what’s wrong?”
At her innocent voice, the man wiped his eyes and looked down at his daughter’s pale blue eyes. “Nothing sweetie… I just miss your mommy.”
Moving closer to him, she leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’m sowwy…”
“It’s alright...” Sadness laced his voice, in every syllable, letter, and breath he took. If it weren’t for his daughter, he wouldn’t have stayed on earth. He would have decided to depart and take his own life.
Sensing the overwhelming sadness, his daughter spoke again. “I bet she’s watching over you from heaven and she makes sure you’re safe…”
Lifting an arm, her pulled her onto his lap and hugged her tightly. She hugged back, smiling.
“You’re probably right.”
'Sup bros?
So, this can be counted as a spoiler/ teaser for Demon to Human.
Also, this was a role play between me and china17146. There may be some more of these. We don't know yet. So yeah. Hope y'all like it. c: I worked hard on it.
Later bros. *heartsign* *brofist*
