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My Humanity
The house was very nice, very suburb. A nice little yard, a swing and even the white fence, just like Bekah had wanted. Klaus looked at the toys lying on the lawn and saw a small figure sitting at the small table behind the swing, immersed in her activities. She had tiny teacups in front of her and she hummed while pouring some invisible tea in them. All Klaus could do was stare at her, he had never seen anything so perfect in his life. She had inherited her mother's dark brown hair, but her eyes were his, bright blue. For the first time in years he was feeling something. Like a soldier coming back from war, he was scarred. Not physically, but mentally. He hadn't thought there was much left of his soul.
"Here you are, Elijah," she said and placed one of the cups in front of a big brown teddy bear who was sitting beside her. "Here you are, Kol," she continued and placed the second cup in front of a ragdoll. Her other two stuffed animals were named after Finn and Henrik, Klaus imagined that Bekah have had something to do with that. The tiny figure hadn't noticed him watching her and he was afraid to move, he didn't want to scare her. He had faced horrors most people couldn't even imagine and he had never been afraid, but now he was.
What would he say to her? Finally he managed to open the gate. She was too concentrated on her tea party to notice him, not before he was right beside her. She looked at him in wonder and tilted her head. He had no idea what to say, he only hoped that she wouldn't start to scream for help. Bekah didn't know about his arrival, he had only wanted to see his little girl. The last five years had changed him for the worse in every possible way, he needed to know that there was still some humanity left in him. She was that humanity.
"Daddy?" she asked. "Is that you? I have a picture of you in my room."
He was unable to speak, tears were filling his eyes. He hadn't cried for years. She stood up and touched his hand.
"Please, don't be sad, daddy."
He scooped her up and held her tightly, he never wanted to let go.
"I'm so sorry…"
That was all he managed to say. Her little hands were gently tapping his back.
"I always knew it," she said. "I knew that someday you would come home to me."