A/N: Premise: Nathan learns to forgive himself.
R&R
Every day they come here, and when they leave he looks back hoping to see her looking at him too.
Every day all he sees is her retreating back.
...
He goes home. It's not much of a home. All he has left from those days are a few photographs and a lot of memories. Happy memories but everything is tinted with pain.
He takes out frozen pasta from the fridge and puts in the microwave. Microwave dinners are all he has these days. He was never much of a cook. She would always make fun of his culinary skills.
He sits down to eat. He finishes eating quickly and decides to go to bed. He notices the box of photographs lying there. He has never looked at those ever since...ever since that day when had crashed the car. Ever since the day he killed his daughter.
She had her mother's eyes. They were brown, a rich chocolate brown. He finds himself walking towards the box. He picks it up and sits on the floor and leans against the wall. He opens it and takes out a photograph.
It shows the three of them. It was his daughter's first photograph. The parents were smiling at their bundle of joy. He finds another photograph, one with Jamie and her.
They had named her Lydia. He had pictured everything...her first steps, her first words, her first day in school. But Lydia never went to school.
He puts the picture back and tries to fall asleep.
The next day he goes to visit her grave. She is there. He goes and stands beside her. She doesn't acknowledge him.
"I am sorry...I am sorry" he whispers.
"I can't be angry anymore" she says.
She leaves and he follows. He turns around and looks at her. She is looking at him too. She smiles, a faint sad smile.
She has forgiven him and he finds that the burden in his heart has lessened a little.