A/N: High school is being a little stressful now, so the parts I haven't
written may take a couple days to get up here, but keep checking back.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, all I have is my pride and my sword. So, please don't sue me and please don't steal the characters that do belong to me (the girl, in this part).
The Past Is Forever
She will always see it. The long white box. It was shiny, and glistened in the little bit of light that worked its way through the thick, gray clouds. She looked around; and it was as if people were trying to even out the bright whiteness of the box by wearing dark clothes. Mostly all black. If it was night, all you would have been able to see of the people was their long faces and the glittering of tears. Rain fell on the big white box and made it glitter even more to match the wetness of the people's faces.
Why were all these people crying? And where was daddy? Her aunts had said that he would be here, but although they never lied to her, she still doubted their sincerity. They had told her that mommy would be there; but she wouldn't see her. She had asked why, but received no answer. Where was daddy? In all these tall people she would never see him if he was too far away.
People kept looking at her funny. They had so much pity in their eyes that it hurt. It stung inside. They knew something she didn't. They knew something. They knew. As she made her way through all the people she kept looking for him. Daddy would be here. Daddy would always be here. So where was he? Couldn't he know that she needed him? All these people were staring at her. Why were they doing that? She turned her head and realized she was standing next to the white box. What was in it?
She looked closely at one of the silver handles and saw a faint shape etched into it. A circle with three petal shapes through it. She knew that symbol. It was on the front of the big book. It was on her locket, too. The one she'd gotten for her birthday. Mommy'd given it to her at night. She had said it was on the minute she was born, exactly five years ago. The little girl fingered the quarter-sized piece of sterling silver that hung around her neck on a braided silver chain. She reached out to touch the handle of the box, but stopped when a familiar movement to her left caught her eye.
A tall man in a black suit was standing there. Watching her intently, but not like the others were. The others were practically staring at her. He was simply watching her; as if contemplating her future, or maybe it was his future he was thinking of. There was no way to tell. She took her hand out of its suspended place in the air and started to walk over to him. Then suddenly decided it was taking too long to get there and ran. The tall man kneeled down and scooped her up in his arms when she got close enough.
"Daddy!" she said quietly, hugging him tightly.
"Hey, Angel," he said holding her close, "sorry I'm late. How are you doing?" He got her to loosen her grip slightly and she pulled back enough to look into his eyes.
"Okay. Where were you?" She looked inquisitively at him through her intense blue eyes.
"It just took me a little while longer to get here than I thought it would," he replied, trying desperately to dodge the question; after all, how persistent could his five-and-a-half year old be? "Where are your aunts?"
The girl looked around and silently shrugged. "I don't know," the girl paused and looked at her daddy again. "Where were you, Daddy? I was scared."
The man couldn't help but shift his gaze to the solemnly crowded graveside. He had temporarily forgotten that his daughter was exactly like her mother. Exactly like her mother was. Used to be.
"Daddy?" His gaze shifted back to the little girl in his arms and he saw her mother again. The same worried look painted on his daughter's face that must have been on her mother's a thousand times. He started to remember what had happened as his wondering eyes stared at the coffin again. "Daddy!?" He snapped back to reality as soon as his little girl shook him a bit.
"What is it?" he asked while trying to keep his voice even.
"Daddy, can you tell me something?" she asked wearily; knowing that if no one else would answer her question that her daddy would. He would never lie to her. He'd always be there. He'd never leave, and he'd always, always tell her the truth.
"Anything."
She took a deep breath, "Where's mommy?" she blurted out.
The man was so taken aback by this that he nearly dropped his only daughter. His heart had been ripped in half already, and when he heard her words, his heart simply turned to glass and shattered. Oh, God, he thought, she didn't understand, she didn't know what all this was about. She didn't know that her mommy was gone and would never be coming back, she didn't know what was in the box. No one had sat down and explained it to her. Everyone had just expected her to know what this was. Then it dawned on him. Exactly how innocent she was. Exactly how much in life she still had to learn. And it cut him like a knife when he realized how much pain she would go through having to learn it, being so young.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, all I have is my pride and my sword. So, please don't sue me and please don't steal the characters that do belong to me (the girl, in this part).
The Past Is Forever
She will always see it. The long white box. It was shiny, and glistened in the little bit of light that worked its way through the thick, gray clouds. She looked around; and it was as if people were trying to even out the bright whiteness of the box by wearing dark clothes. Mostly all black. If it was night, all you would have been able to see of the people was their long faces and the glittering of tears. Rain fell on the big white box and made it glitter even more to match the wetness of the people's faces.
Why were all these people crying? And where was daddy? Her aunts had said that he would be here, but although they never lied to her, she still doubted their sincerity. They had told her that mommy would be there; but she wouldn't see her. She had asked why, but received no answer. Where was daddy? In all these tall people she would never see him if he was too far away.
People kept looking at her funny. They had so much pity in their eyes that it hurt. It stung inside. They knew something she didn't. They knew something. They knew. As she made her way through all the people she kept looking for him. Daddy would be here. Daddy would always be here. So where was he? Couldn't he know that she needed him? All these people were staring at her. Why were they doing that? She turned her head and realized she was standing next to the white box. What was in it?
She looked closely at one of the silver handles and saw a faint shape etched into it. A circle with three petal shapes through it. She knew that symbol. It was on the front of the big book. It was on her locket, too. The one she'd gotten for her birthday. Mommy'd given it to her at night. She had said it was on the minute she was born, exactly five years ago. The little girl fingered the quarter-sized piece of sterling silver that hung around her neck on a braided silver chain. She reached out to touch the handle of the box, but stopped when a familiar movement to her left caught her eye.
A tall man in a black suit was standing there. Watching her intently, but not like the others were. The others were practically staring at her. He was simply watching her; as if contemplating her future, or maybe it was his future he was thinking of. There was no way to tell. She took her hand out of its suspended place in the air and started to walk over to him. Then suddenly decided it was taking too long to get there and ran. The tall man kneeled down and scooped her up in his arms when she got close enough.
"Daddy!" she said quietly, hugging him tightly.
"Hey, Angel," he said holding her close, "sorry I'm late. How are you doing?" He got her to loosen her grip slightly and she pulled back enough to look into his eyes.
"Okay. Where were you?" She looked inquisitively at him through her intense blue eyes.
"It just took me a little while longer to get here than I thought it would," he replied, trying desperately to dodge the question; after all, how persistent could his five-and-a-half year old be? "Where are your aunts?"
The girl looked around and silently shrugged. "I don't know," the girl paused and looked at her daddy again. "Where were you, Daddy? I was scared."
The man couldn't help but shift his gaze to the solemnly crowded graveside. He had temporarily forgotten that his daughter was exactly like her mother. Exactly like her mother was. Used to be.
"Daddy?" His gaze shifted back to the little girl in his arms and he saw her mother again. The same worried look painted on his daughter's face that must have been on her mother's a thousand times. He started to remember what had happened as his wondering eyes stared at the coffin again. "Daddy!?" He snapped back to reality as soon as his little girl shook him a bit.
"What is it?" he asked while trying to keep his voice even.
"Daddy, can you tell me something?" she asked wearily; knowing that if no one else would answer her question that her daddy would. He would never lie to her. He'd always be there. He'd never leave, and he'd always, always tell her the truth.
"Anything."
She took a deep breath, "Where's mommy?" she blurted out.
The man was so taken aback by this that he nearly dropped his only daughter. His heart had been ripped in half already, and when he heard her words, his heart simply turned to glass and shattered. Oh, God, he thought, she didn't understand, she didn't know what all this was about. She didn't know that her mommy was gone and would never be coming back, she didn't know what was in the box. No one had sat down and explained it to her. Everyone had just expected her to know what this was. Then it dawned on him. Exactly how innocent she was. Exactly how much in life she still had to learn. And it cut him like a knife when he realized how much pain she would go through having to learn it, being so young.