Traditions
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ayumidahLittle Sara whimpers as she ventures out of her bedroom, rubbing her eyes and looking around blurrily. "Daddy?"
"Oh, sweetie," he exclaims, stepping away from the window of the ramshackle place they're calling home for now, scooping her up. "Hi, baby. What are you doing out of bed?" He quickly checks her feet as she pouts at him.
"I don't like it here. When are we going home?" He doesn't say anything for a long moment and she quickly bores of waiting, tugging at the loose strands of hair feathering around his neck.
"This is our home now, honey." He squeezes her tighter. "Remember?"
She blinks up at him, displeased and sleepy. "I want to go home and open presents. It is Christmas, isn't it?"
If he had been sad before, he looks near tears now. "Sorry, baby, there's gonna be no presents now." He walks her over to the windows and lets her look out, take in the desolate land. "This is all we have now."
She sits up with a gasp, scrambling to get away from the nightmare of a memory, when thick arms wrap around her and she freezes, looking over as Paul leans over and soothes her. "Are you ok?" he asks, speaking so softly that it sounds more like a hum than a question.
"Just a dream," she says, losing herself in his arms for a few minutes. "What are you doing here?" He doesn't answer for a moment and she's brought back to that moment as a little girl, though it's his fingers now toying with her hair. She misses her father, the sudden emotion sharp and piercing.
"You left your gloves at my house last night," he tells her, pulling away. "Couldn't have your hands freezing so I thought I'd drop them off on my way to work." He lifts her palms and presses light kisses to each, causing her to giggle. As he gets up to leave, she follows him, unabashed in her pajama pants and a tank top. "I'll see you later." He kisses her on the lips this time and she nods eagerly.
As he walks down the road to head towards the main part of Utopia, she watches him go, remembering how this view had been when she'd first arrived here. It's been built up, more people spreading out and building homes and businesses, trying to begin something of a mass revitalization project on humanity after the destruction that had wiped so much life out when she was so small. It's still a mystery why this area had survived, but it had and they were all so thankful for it... For the most part.
She sighs, returning to her bed with a bit of a shiver-- it's cold outside!-- and slumps back down into her cocoon of sheets. Feeling around under her pillow, she finds the only picture she has of her parents, cradling her between them, from their last Christmas together. Hugging it to her chest, she closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Somehow, someday, if I ever have kids, we'll have Christmas," she vows to the people frozen in time in the small picture. "I'll do what I have to to make sure that that happens." Breathing out softly, she puts the picture back where it's safe before getting up to start her own day as well.
"Oh, sweetie," he exclaims, stepping away from the window of the ramshackle place they're calling home for now, scooping her up. "Hi, baby. What are you doing out of bed?" He quickly checks her feet as she pouts at him.
"I don't like it here. When are we going home?" He doesn't say anything for a long moment and she quickly bores of waiting, tugging at the loose strands of hair feathering around his neck.
"This is our home now, honey." He squeezes her tighter. "Remember?"
She blinks up at him, displeased and sleepy. "I want to go home and open presents. It is Christmas, isn't it?"
If he had been sad before, he looks near tears now. "Sorry, baby, there's gonna be no presents now." He walks her over to the windows and lets her look out, take in the desolate land. "This is all we have now."
She sits up with a gasp, scrambling to get away from the nightmare of a memory, when thick arms wrap around her and she freezes, looking over as Paul leans over and soothes her. "Are you ok?" he asks, speaking so softly that it sounds more like a hum than a question.
"Just a dream," she says, losing herself in his arms for a few minutes. "What are you doing here?" He doesn't answer for a moment and she's brought back to that moment as a little girl, though it's his fingers now toying with her hair. She misses her father, the sudden emotion sharp and piercing.
"You left your gloves at my house last night," he tells her, pulling away. "Couldn't have your hands freezing so I thought I'd drop them off on my way to work." He lifts her palms and presses light kisses to each, causing her to giggle. As he gets up to leave, she follows him, unabashed in her pajama pants and a tank top. "I'll see you later." He kisses her on the lips this time and she nods eagerly.
As he walks down the road to head towards the main part of Utopia, she watches him go, remembering how this view had been when she'd first arrived here. It's been built up, more people spreading out and building homes and businesses, trying to begin something of a mass revitalization project on humanity after the destruction that had wiped so much life out when she was so small. It's still a mystery why this area had survived, but it had and they were all so thankful for it... For the most part.
She sighs, returning to her bed with a bit of a shiver-- it's cold outside!-- and slumps back down into her cocoon of sheets. Feeling around under her pillow, she finds the only picture she has of her parents, cradling her between them, from their last Christmas together. Hugging it to her chest, she closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Somehow, someday, if I ever have kids, we'll have Christmas," she vows to the people frozen in time in the small picture. "I'll do what I have to to make sure that that happens." Breathing out softly, she puts the picture back where it's safe before getting up to start her own day as well.
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