A second chance?
A second chance! To make things right. A second chance to prove to my father that I still his beloved daughter and that I love him dearly. I care so much about him. I neither heartless nor selfish. A second chance to right my wrongs!
Everyone deserves this chance, right? Yes, even our Savior Jesus gave gave us a to live again. So, my father and I deserve this too. To mend the broken pieces lifes together. To correct every single damn thing we have done wrong against each . To make each other happy and proud.
This is the most consoling idea I have heard so far. I am determined to do all it takes mend the relationship between me and my father, whatever it takes.
But what if that locks Damian out? What if Damian happens to be sacrificed? What if, the process of redeeming myself and restoring peace with my father, I am left with room or chance to be with my Damian? What will become of us—our love? Is he sacrifice I have to pay for my mistakes? Can I sacrifice him? I doubt if he even about that before he said that.
"Hey, you know I can't dry these tears away, babe. We are far apart, but it hurts me so to see you crying." Damian speaks after moments of silence, his fingers away my tears on the screen.
I didn't notice I was weeping, and even now that I realize it, I just can't stop the tears trickling. I wish he could know how this is entangled because of him. I can't him behind. I can't assume that I never met him. I can't ignore or toss aside the I feel for him. I can't live without him.
"Stop tormenting me with these tears, babe. It's hurting enough to know that I can't be there with you to dry those tears away and comfort you. Don't cry anymore, ."
How I wish this could be real. I yearn for his touch. His caresses. His hug. It would a lot of difference if only I could see him. I would feel much better even by on his shoulder and feeling the warmth of his protective arms. How I wish...
"You want me to come there? Just say the word babe, and I will be there in a blink," adds.
"Yes, Damian," I whisper, my voice barely more than a breathless sigh. "Please come me. I need you more than ever. I don’t think I can do this alone."
I don’t know if he read my mind, but I need him. I close my eyes, barricading more from sprinkling my already soaked face, and speak between closed eyes and a voice. "I need you, Damian. So, so much!" I peel my eyes open and realize that is closing his too. I close my back and let this weird feeling of closeness overtake . "I can't deal with all these alone. I need you, my love. Please come to me." I whimpering, and his voice echoes with the same gentle, low whisper like mine, heavier than mine.
"I need to be with you, babe. I can't handle a thing over here knowing that you are not . I will be there the moment you open your eyes, baby."
"Please come, babe. I..."
"ELLIE! ELLIE!"
The urgency in Nanny Aisha's voice jolts me out of my reverie, snapping me back to with a suddenness that leaves me breathless. With a start, I spring to my feet, heart racing as I scramble to respond to her call.
The echo of her voice reverberates through the hallway, a frantic reminder of the that await me beyond the confines of this room. I can hear the urgency her tone, the unmistakable hint of panic that spurs me into action, propelling me as fear and worry gnaw in me in multiple savage waves, leaving me .
What the...what happened?
"Nanny?" I call out loud.
"Your father, Ellie! He is..."
My heart lurches in my chest as Nanny Aisha's words hang in the air, a foreboding of dread settling over me like a suffocating blanket. The urgency in her voice a shiver down my spine, instinctively knowing that whatever she has to say grave implications.
"Papa?!" I drop the phone on my bed and sprint out of my room without even saying a to Damian or dropping the call. Everything else can wait, Even Damian, and I he will understand why I had to leave him hanging like that. This is a matter of and death.
My breathing is failing me with every step as I sprint outside, my heart alsot falling my chest. I hate such urgecncies. I hate this fear. I hate feeling this way.
“Nanny? What is happening?” I squeel, my pace taking a higher pace as I trace whene voice is coming from.
Fear is skinting through my bones, and my mind is a whirlwind of conflicting as I can’t help but think of the worst. I know I should not entertain such . I know I should stay possitive. It is times like this when we need to hug our tight maintain positive vibes, but that does not seem to working for me.
Just but hearing nanny Aisha screaming my name with so much urgency is so . I just hope that none of what I am feeling right now is the case. God, . My father needs to stay alive.my father needs to be well, and that so soon so I can make it to him. He still has a lot to accomplish in this world. Him and I still a long long way to go. And a lot of things to do together. So, he needs to live this for all that the heavens hold dear.