Sorry Love
Elicia Hughes, aged twenty-four, stands quietly at a tombstone surrounded by hundreds similar. The smooth, marble-colored rock is numbingly alike to its neighbor, yet painfully unique to Elicia.
After all, her father is buried there a mere three feet down.
Reading the inscription, Elicia's knuckles turn bone-white as she clenches a stiff blue military cloak, wrinkling its carefully folded form.
Maes Hughs. 1885- 1914.
She regrets it now. She had never truly said she had loved him that morning. Half asleep, three-year old Elicia had mumbled an "I love ya daddy" that morning like how a toddler says "I'm hungry." Both were genuine, but for little Elicia, it had merely been a routine: her father was going to work, like he always did, and he would come back in the evening. Like he always did.
Sure, young Elicia had loved her scruffy-chinned father, but after years of the same moring ritual, little Elicia had started to just sound out the syllables. She still loved him, just the verbal communication of such had grown weary.
Elicia regrets it now.
Just to be able to go back and tell him the three words would be enough.
"Hey Dad . . . . I-I love you . . . and be safe."
Tearing up, Elicia smiles sadly, "Sorry- that was more than three words, huh. You always said I rambled on. Though you found it adorable, didn't you? Uncle Ed tells me all about your rambling. Like father like daughter, right?
Finally submitting to the grief that made her feel weak in the knees, Elicia bends down to the cold stone which emits none of her father's warmth. She tries to imagine her father underneath her, eaten away and decomposing. Blinking the image away, Elicia sniffs tearfully, wrapping the blue Amestrian military cloak in her hands around herself. The musty smell still reminds her of her father.
"I love you."
A/N: Nothing like procrastinating while posting another story!
But seriously though, Maes Hughes' death was just feels all the way for me- and I'm not usually one to cry at character deaths so here's tribute to that.
And also, Maes Earth-alternate is totally Markiplier.