Chapter 14. Fathers, be good to your daughters

[thebestseller]

Promise was my daughter.

She was here for months. My daughter was here, I spoke to her and had no idea who she was. No idea.

Now she's gone.

[There's a long pause.]

I really, really don't know how to feel about that.

Comments

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

First time I've really hated not having my memories.

[hisbutler_bound]

Only the first time? I admire that fact then. I've hated not having them, but after seeing what you saw, I don't want them.

I do offer my sincere apologies on the matter. Had it been my daughter, I would only assume that I would be feeling anger and pain. I'm not sure how I'd react to be honest. [Or what he'd try to do]

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

... can't really blame you there. Having no memories really hasn't bothered me all that much before now. Now I want to know a lot more.



Well. I appreciate it.

[hisbutler_bound]

At least you won't find something you don't want to. [Bad with humor]

Who knows, I've been told they may come back one day.

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

Yes, that would be very bad.

It's happened before. Nobody can really say for certain.

[hisbutler_bound]

I certainly hope so, for both yours and my sake.

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]