Okay, so, last night's episode has me jumping! So excited for next week! Tell me what you guys think in the comments. This just sprung into my head, so here it is, enjoy.
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He had ached for so long. Two years had never felt this horribly long when they were here. When his girls greeted him every night on the front porch.
He remembered when his little daughter was born, one night late in spring, when the daffodils glistened with midnight dew, and the frogs chirruped softly.
He had waited for such a long time, he thought it might never happen. Of course, like every father, he'd been afraid his wife wouldn't make it, that she'd die, and he'd lose two beautiful things all at once.
The doctors practically kicked him out though, so it meant things were more serious than all that nervous father stuff. He had been shaking after hearing her screams, hoping, praying. Pacing outside the hospital, in a garden of midnight flowers.
When the doctor finally told him she was alright- well, they were alright- he almost hugged the man.
He remembered walking into the room with slow, determined steps, almost afraid of what he'd see. His wife laughed at him softly from where she lay, curled up with the tiniest baby he'd ever seen. Her hands were in fists no bigger than chestnuts, and when her tiny eyes opened, they were a deep, new-born baby blue. Almost like a night sky. Just like a night sky. They never changed, always remaining that color till the end of her days, always capturing her daddy's heart every time he looked into them.
He would always be lost in those eyes, deep and glittering with reflections, with silver flecks like stars… just exactly like a spring sky at midnight.
And then they- no, he- had made him suffer. Had killed his wife, and his little girl.
For too long, it seemed, he had curled in around his aching heart. Now he wanted to jump from the ashes that had become his life….
And set fire to the one they called Rittenhouse.