Me: I forgot. Again. Sorry. I'm giving up on regular updates. It's not like they were very regular to begin with though...
Army of EVIL Plot Bunnies: And whose fault is that?!
Me: Genetics. Clearly.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.
How long...
He couldn't, and she, he was a jerk! And she still...
Just for a while, so short a time, he was a dad again. He had a daughter.
And he messed it all up. And now she was dead.
Dad shock she called it. No excuse. It took far too long. He was far too late. And he killed her.
She was just... just trying to help. Trying to make him proud. A soldier.
She made her choice, and he was oh so proud. She wanted to run. To see it all. All that she could see. All of time and space... (So his daughter)
She'll never smile, never laugh, never run, never see. Never again.
Barely born, barely lived. So short a time. His baby girl.
He was a Dad. And now he isn't.
Too much like him, and not enough.
He could just... But she wouldn't want that.
His baby girl.
He sat and wept, whilst up above a shadow crossed the sun. Three of them. After all...
Three for a girl...
Me: I repeat, not all are this angsty. It was the first thing that came to mind with this line. Also again, word count is ridiculously low.
Army of EVIL Plot Bunnies: Then write more!