Conversations #6
A disjointed set of conversations that would've been fun/nice/endearing/helpful to see in the series…but we didn't.
Follows CANON only, generally references to conversations we never hear.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just speculatin'.
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"…Happy Birthday to you," Skylar sang, looking at the cake she had for her mother's birthday. Her voice was soft as she spoke.
"Well, Mom, it's not much, and it's certainly not what I'd expected, but here we are." The small box she put on the other side of the table was wrapped in expensive pearl-white paper. She smiled, and rolled her eyes. "I know. You don't have to say it. It's too expensive, since it's in the tiny box, but I promise you'll love it. You'll absolutely love it." She paused a second, looking at her box, then her mother. "I don't say it enough--the past year, I've hardly said it at all--but I love you."
Skylar looked at the picture of her mother, the box with the earrings she'd bought over a month ago, and felt the tears well up in her eyes.
"So much," she choked. "I miss you, Mom. Dad. You have to come home. It's your anniversary next week. November third." She picked up the stale snack cake on the fine china plate, the little candle with the cheerful little flame dancing in the cold night air. "Come home…" She blew out the candle and put the plate in front of her mother's picture.
Skylar curled up on the couch across from the picture and mourned the distance between herself and her mother, her parents. For the third week in a row, Skylar cried herself to sleep on the couch, wishing she'd been a better daughter, promising to cherish each memory she had of the parents who had loved her more than anything in the world.
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