...I'm lost without you. I don't... Know what to do anymore.
[And it hurts. She wants to scream. Why does no one else miss him? All she hears is how terrible he was, how he was a demon, a monster, but no... she has so many memories of him that are good. Like when she was little and there was a big storm, he'd bring her to sleep between him and her mother so they could protect her. Or the time he took care of a scraped knee. Or how he bought her new books every birthday and pressed a flower between the pages--a new one every year, and then he'd tell her about it and they'd sit under a tree or by a window if it was raining, just the two of them.]
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[And it hurts. She wants to scream. Why does no one else miss him? All she hears is how terrible he was, how he was a demon, a monster, but no... she has so many memories of him that are good. Like when she was little and there was a big storm, he'd bring her to sleep between him and her mother so they could protect her. Or the time he took care of a scraped knee. Or how he bought her new books every birthday and pressed a flower between the pages--a new one every year, and then he'd tell her about it and they'd sit under a tree or by a window if it was raining, just the two of them.]