Stellos 第一章：父亲们是真正的英雄(11)
2023-05-17 来源:百合文库
“it’s raining quite a lot isn’t?” Asked Uncle Barlow
“it’s not raining” I replied as I looked at him and I could see the tears running down his face. He got down on one knee and and wiped my cheek with a handkerchief.
“Yes it is” he answered as he tilted his hat down. As he held the handkerchief, I watched new glistering drops appearing and soaking in, speckling the cloth with dark circles that threatened to spread until the whole thing was darker than the sky.
"See? There is rain all around you."
I hugged him as tight as I could and cried with him. Every tear was something I wanted to say to my dad. Every second I held onto Uncle Barlow was a second I wanted to spend with dad. But dad was gone now and I couldn’t do anything about it.
After the funeral ended I got into the car with Uncle Barlow and we headed back to my father’s house. Uncle Barlow insisted that I sell the place and come live with him, but I have too much invested in here. I grew up in this apartment and it was everything to me. It was my tardis, it was my play house, and it was a place where a great man would raise his little girl. My mother passed away when I was born so my father had to raise me on his own. He would tell me that it wasn’t my fault and that some of the brightest stars were born from others. He would call me his little celestial since his whole world would orbit around me. As I entered the living room everything seemed to be lifeless. The brilliant white tiles seemed to have lost their luster, the black granite countertops didn’t seem to shimmer at all, and the white furniture felt as though it didn’t belong there. Everything didn’t feel right.
“it’s not raining” I replied as I looked at him and I could see the tears running down his face. He got down on one knee and and wiped my cheek with a handkerchief.
“Yes it is” he answered as he tilted his hat down. As he held the handkerchief, I watched new glistering drops appearing and soaking in, speckling the cloth with dark circles that threatened to spread until the whole thing was darker than the sky.
"See? There is rain all around you."
I hugged him as tight as I could and cried with him. Every tear was something I wanted to say to my dad. Every second I held onto Uncle Barlow was a second I wanted to spend with dad. But dad was gone now and I couldn’t do anything about it.
After the funeral ended I got into the car with Uncle Barlow and we headed back to my father’s house. Uncle Barlow insisted that I sell the place and come live with him, but I have too much invested in here. I grew up in this apartment and it was everything to me. It was my tardis, it was my play house, and it was a place where a great man would raise his little girl. My mother passed away when I was born so my father had to raise me on his own. He would tell me that it wasn’t my fault and that some of the brightest stars were born from others. He would call me his little celestial since his whole world would orbit around me. As I entered the living room everything seemed to be lifeless. The brilliant white tiles seemed to have lost their luster, the black granite countertops didn’t seem to shimmer at all, and the white furniture felt as though it didn’t belong there. Everything didn’t feel right.
真正喜欢是对视还是闪躲
