Prompt: Dying
"Do you love me?" She asked, looking up at him from underneath her long lashes.
"No I hate you" Quil said, somehow keeping a straight face. Claires face scrunched up and she began sobbing hysterically.
It was at that same moment Quil remembered that little 8-year-old girls didn't yet understand the thing that he called sarcasm.
He fell to his knees, grieved beyond belief at how he had made the beautiful little girl cry.
"Shh… Shh … I'm sorry Claire- Bear… Shh… Shh" Quil chanted again and again into Claires ear, until she began to calm down.
"Do you really…hate… me?" Claire asked, with tears still running down her cheeks. Quil smiled a sad smile and picked the little girl up.
"Claire, I have loved you since I first saw you" he said seriously.
"Will you ever stop loving me?" Claire questioned again.
"Claire, I will love you until the day I die" Quil said, with nothing but love in his voice.
Claire eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then took his large hand in her small one and said, in her little voice "Me too."