✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
in which the quiet sister of lizzie and mika learns that to love deeply is to ache - that hurt is part of the package, and the beauty...
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THROUGH HER FATHERS EYES, Ella was always going to be a child.
Nothing would change the memories that created their bond, in which began before she was even out of the womb. He was a father before she had taken her first breath, for excitement often led the man talking to the fetus through his wife's enlarged stomach that eventually developed into his first born child. A young girl that he spent countless hours attempting to style her hair, calming down tantrums throughout her toddler rebellion, all until she was grown enough to acknowledge she even had a father. The man had loved her through and through.
Ryan Samuels admired every detail of fatherhood. He adored the midnight cuddles from children too fearful to sleep on their own, the countless baking sessions that often failed, and even the elementary school spelling bees in which would often result in a special surprise at the ice cream parlor after his girls were able to spell such a complicated word for their age, like Volcano. He was a man that took pride in his family. He would defend them to his last breath, whether it be from the threat of the dead, or even something as trivial as petty childhood drama. Never would he allow himself to pose danger to his children, for he swore to himself from the moment of their arrival, he would protect his family.
As such, did he worry. Ryan worried a lot. An aspect of the man that Ella would always admire, yet in moments like these, dread to confront.
It all began from the fall that tore the skin of her knee, an injury in which refused to heal. An infliction of red skin that oozed a serous liquid, trying its hardest to scab. The silent pain had begun to scream, weakening her muscles around the crimson opening, creating a limp the girl was too amateur to hide. Alongside the consistent use of clothing that would cover her lower extremities, it hadn't taken much time for her father to corner her, suspicious of her physical health. A concern that led Ella to be trapped within her own cell, as she sat on the mattress, whereas her father was attempting to bandage the minuscule injury he seemed so desperate to fret about.
