Everyone's Angel
Hi! Sorry for taking so long!
Well this is Hinata's letter to Hiashi!
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Chapter 3- Hiashi's letter
It wasn't long ago that my eldest daughter was buried.
I now sit in my home office; the letter she wrote is lying on my desk in front of me. It is plan and simple. It's only a white rectangle. I've opened hundreds of them before so why is this one any different?
Right, because it is written by my now dead daughter.
I felt my hand twitch towards the letter. Did I really want to read that? I had heard Hanabi crying her heart out only an hour ago; my guess is she read Hinata's letter. Were Hinata's words that cruel? I shuttered as I thought of what she would say to me. I know I was never a father to her and I don't blame her if she hates me.
I slowly reached my hand out and grabbed her letter to me and opened it.
My dear Father,
I don't think I have ever heard you tell me that you love me. I guess I've always known you didn't.
I know that you might not even read this letter, but I am still writing it. I need you to know that I do love you Father. I know you don't care about me like most fathers do for their daughters but I still love you like any child would love their father.
After mother died you wouldn't even look at me. It always bothered me when I was younger but I grew use to it by the time I was six. It's kind of sad really when you think of it. Should any child be use to not having their father care about them? When I was still young, I would always see kids my age being held by their mothers, or being carried by their fathers, or walking home from the park or being picked up from school by their mothers and fathers, I was always so jealous of them. They had something I never would have: a family.
I know that you were planning on disowning me as your daughter so that I couldn't be heiress to the company. Really, it hurt to know that you didn't want me for your daughter anymore. Though I don't blame you, I was never good at anything. I didn't get the best grades, I was never strong, I was always quiet and shy, and I never was a good heiress. Hanabi was the perfect daughter though, I know that she was you're favorite.
I remember how you had told me that I was a disappointment and an embarrassment to the family so many times in my life. How you had called me pathetic and weak. And even though you did all that and caused me so much pain, I still loved you.
I know that I remind you of Mother. One of the family members told me about her, she always blushed and was very shy around people when you two first met. Slowly she grew out of it and became the strong confident woman she was. But her heart was still weak and that was the way that she died. I was told that I look like the spitting image of mother and that she was very beautiful. I guess I also had her weak heart. Why? It's because as I write this, my heart is shattered and broken beyond repair.
Dad, I don't blame you for hating me. Everyone dose already so what's one more person? Oh no, I'm crying again! I promised I wouldn't! I don't want to look any weaker then I already am in your eyes! I'm sinking so low! I'm leaving this world the same way Mom did. . . . with a weak heart.
'Who pathetic,' I can almost here you saying it. . . .
I just want you to know, I love you Daddy, I always have and I always will.
I forgive you,
You're oldest daughter, Hinata.
I set the letter back down on my desk with a shaking hand and tried to keep my breathing even. I don't deserve her forgiveness. I never deserved to have a pure hearted daughter like her. Finally, I couldn't take it any more and I smashed my fist onto my desk, trying to stop the tears from escaping my eyes.
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How could I have been so cruel to you Hinata?
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I love you so much, how could I have never said it?
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You always made me fell proud to call you my daughter, had I really never told you?
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I always wanted to protect you and I couldn't even stop you from doing this!
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How could I have called you weak? Why did I do this!?
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What kind of a father am I?
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I was never there for you.
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I never said that I was proud or that I loved you.
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I always pushed you away and never gave you a family.
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It's my fault that you did this to yourself Hinata.
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I'm such a fool.
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I'm so sorry Hinata.
I opened my eyes and looked at the few framed photographs at my desk.
One is of Hanabi at eight years old.
Another is of Neji at seventeen with Hinata standing next to him.
Another is of Ayame, my long lost wife.
Another is of all of them together.
The last is a picture of Hinata, taken only two weeks ago. She had her long hair down and she was sitting at her piano, something she had always been gifted at.
It is now that I let the tears out.
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