Summary: He's still there.
Character(s): Leah Clearwater, Harry Clearwater
Note: There is like, NO Leah/Harry familiar father/daughter stories. Anywhere. Do you not see the adorableness that could ensue? How realistic things could be made? It's right there!
But enough of my ranting. Enjoy.
Cry, Peace
And yet, I suppose you mourn the loss or the death of what you thought your life was, even if you find your life is better after. You mourn the future that you thought you'd planned.
~~Lynn Redgrave
It's beautiful. Despite being mere months old, grass is already starting to grow, bright green around the single yellow carnation sitting atop the grave.
All is peaceful. Momentarily.
Leah Clearwater comes tearing into the graveyard. Throwing herself over the grave, she both crushes the flower and slams her damp cheek into the grass.
"Why?" she whimpers, trembling, "Why me, Dad? Why you? I d-don't want this, I should be in c-college, not fighting monsters. Why?"
She is offered no answer, merely left to pick up the pieces of her wounded heart. But somewhere, Harry Clearwater joins his daughter and cries.
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