"I love you..." Those where her last words before she died Words she so seldom said to him, but full of meaning nonetheless. ~ministerofloth-cats {{Your welcome for the angst.}}
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Kallus gently squeezed her limp hand, ignoring the dull ache of arthritis at the action. “I love you too.” He reached up and brushed a few long grey strands from her weathered, but peaceful, face, glad to have convinced her grey did look good on her.
Kessia carefully took her father’s shoulders and helped him up while nurses came in to properly store the body before specific arrangements were made. While she took the offered pamphlets, she had a moment of wishing she felt worse. Wishing she actually felt hurt or sad that her mother was gone. Wishing she could cry like her father was, tears cutting paths through the wrinkles of his face like rivers carved through mountains.
But all she could feel was.... relief.
Relief that, for however long he had left, her father wouldn’t walk on eggshells terrified that this argument would be the one that made her leave for good. Age and time hadn’t made them better; it just made the fact that nothing changed even worse.
“Let’s get you home, tis’mi.”