[She really did miss the sea so much. It was a comforting thing, filled with life and everything Anemone has ever known. Leaving it has been harrowing and chaotic, clinging to one desperate situation to the next, trying with everything she has to try to make things right again. To hold a small reminder of it in her hand again, for it to sing one of the songs her dad used to sing to her...
It fills her with a terrible sadness and longing for all the things she no longer has, but also a vivid sense of gratitude for everything she has gained since. Things always balance out, her dad used to tell her.]
Oh, Donnie, I...
[She stops, because her voice is more tearful than she meant it to be.]
Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me.
[She leans over and sweeps him up in a grateful hug.]
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Date: 2024-02-09 04:44 am (UTC)It fills her with a terrible sadness and longing for all the things she no longer has, but also a vivid sense of gratitude for everything she has gained since. Things always balance out, her dad used to tell her.]
Oh, Donnie, I...
[She stops, because her voice is more tearful than she meant it to be.]
Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me.
[She leans over and sweeps him up in a grateful hug.]
You're so good, you know.