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Platonic Yan! Henry Emily x Reader (Gender neutral)
He's lost everything once. He won't let go of you.
There is no greater pain in life than burying the one you love.
It's a pain that Henry Emily has familiarized within himself, one that he's had to experience twice over now. His wife and daughter, laying in two plots beside each other.
It wasn't supposed to end like that. He wasn't supposed to be the one left alone.
He doesn't visit them often. It's a shameful thing, he supposes, to not man up to visit them.
His attention was elsewhere as of late, anyway.
In an attempt to fix his mind, to put together the pieces of a man he once was- he ended up finding something much more valuable. You.
You were something he wasn't expecting. A beam of sunshine- a ray of color- in his otherwise grey world.
You were behind the counter. Typing away on the computer when he rung the little bell. A bit too hard- how could you blame him?
You just looked so much like her.
Perhaps it was the glint in your eyes, perhaps it was the way your hair was styled. Or the green bracelet you wore around your wrist.
"-sir? Can I help you?"
Your voice was even similar. It's a twisting knife in his heart. A second chance- a way to fix something greater than himself.
"Here for the group.. The- uh, the one for grief." Henry quickly provides, leaning against the counter so he could see just a little more of you.
"I'm sorry," you smile at him- and the way your lips purse in an apologetic hum is too much. His hand curls into a fist.
"The group isn't until Saturday."
"That's fine," he's quick to say, tapping his free hand on the counter, "Can I leave a number?"
"Oh! Um.. sure," you pick up your pen, looking up expectantly at him. He gives his name and number, requesting a call when the group was together.
To his delight, just a mere two days later, he sees you again. You're attending the group as well- what a harrowing twist of fate.
As it turns out, you've lost your father. It's like the two of you were a puzzle, made to slot together.
He would be what you needed and he would never fail again. Never falter, never-
Your lips are moving, tears are bubbling to your eyes as you speak of how heavy the weight's been on you. How empty your house has been- how you might even have to sell it.
Henry moves before anyone else can. He pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back as a fresh wave of tears break. It's been so long since you've been hugged like that, it takes you off guard.
And just like that, your fate is cemented.
He gives you his phone number, tells you to call him if you ever need anything. The spark in his life is back as he starts to obsessively text you.
He's clumsy with it- the whole texting thing is new to him and having to press numbers multiple times is agonizing. He tells you he prefers calls- or better yet, you could even come and see him in person!
When he's out and about, he starts looking at children's items again. You're too old for them- but who doesn't like a stuffed animal? He picks up a teddy bear when he's wandering the stores.
"My kid would love this," he says to the cashier as he checks out, "They're finally moving back home."
He brings it to you the next Saturday. Whether you accept or reject it, it still ends up in your car. Right in the backseat, buckled up like it was meant to be there.
No matter what, he starts to bring you more. Coffee, tea- decaf, of course. His little darling shouldn't be consuming so much caffeine. He starts to bother you while you're working. Showing up daily, just to bring you a drink.
It's too casual, the way he asks.
"When will you come home?"
Like you ever lived with him.
"Henry, I'm going to my home-"
"All alone? Aren't you scared? Your apartment is just so dark and you-"
"How would you know?"
He's taken aback. Of course he would know- he's your father, after all. When you push him away, he grabs your wrist.
It would have bruised if you didn't yelp. If you didn't take the initiative to tear back.
"You need to back off, Henry."
The words play in his head for days. Back off? He couldn't dial back his concern. His baby was out there- all alone in the scary world. What if he came back? Somehow- somehow, if he had crawled out of the pits of hell, he could take you again.
Henry can't cope with it.
He can't.
The walk up your fire escape was the worst part. He wasn't as fit as he used to be, he's a bit out of breath as he peers into the window. You left your curtains open just enough for him to see you.
Sleeping on the couch, teddy bear on the floor in front of you.
