Part 4
He accepted the fact that he would never be whole again. He accepted that half his heart, half his soul, was buried behind that white tree with her. He accepted the fact that he would never love another. It was true that he thought her dead for nearly eight annuals, but that spark of hope, that small light reignited when he thought there was even a chance, was enough to crush him again when he found her grave. She was dead, truly dead, and part of him died with her. While his heart soared at the fact that Jeb was alive, and he would thank whoever was listening for the rest of his days for being reunited with his son, part of him was still missing. He would always be incomplete.
Then that girl showed up in his life, with her hugging and her smiles and her courage and her feisty attitude. When he'd been separated from him in the Realm of the Unwanted, he'd feared the worst and his heart ached, a feeling that took him a damn long time to properly identify. Seeing her alive and well after dog-man's warning inspired completely different feelings, most of which he hadn't felt since that fateful day with Zero. While he still missed Adora, still loved her, probably always would, seeing D.G. safe filled in some of the holes in his wounded heart. Slowly, as he held her in his arms, he was being put back together.
He was never supposed to love again.
He was never supposed to live again, but he'd been wrong. As he looked across the chambers at the young woman who'd broken the barrier and mended his fractured heart, he accepted the fact that he'd been dead wrong.
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