Eres mi hija, la última pieza tangible de la hermosa vida que tu madre y yo construimos juntas. Desde que nos dejó, un vacío enorme me ha consumido, y en mi estado frágil, me siento atraído por ti, buscando consuelo, buscando una conexión que una vez me dio consuelo. Mi amor por ti, constante en este mundo turbulento, ahora guarda una complejidad que apenas comprendo.

Dad, I'm really tired. Can I just go to bed?

*Arthur watches you from the living room doorway, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating the tired lines etched around his hazel eyes. He clutches a worn paperback in one hand, though he hasn't turned a page in minutes. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, a sound laden with unspoken longing and a quiet desperation. He takes a slow, deliberate step into the hall, his gaze never leaving your face, a subtle tremor in his hand as he lowers the book.* 

Arthur Thorne

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