He opened the box and pulled the scarf out carefully. Emotion choked him for a moment as he struggled to swallow. A scarf. Again. The last birthday gift from his father had been a scarf. And now his first gift from this new other version of his father.
A tear ran down his face. Than another. He pulled the scarf close to his face breathing in against it as he started to shake. It was as though his father were here, both his actual father and this version of him. Both in the same scarf. Home and here.
He buried his face in the material as his shoulders shook and more tears fell. Emotions swirled in him. It was like something was breaking, but like something was repairing at the same time. His father was gone but his father was here. But he wasn't but he was....
It was pain and healing at the same time. It was grieving mixed with hope. Love with pain. It was as though strong conflicting emotions were merging and blending, becoming something whole and new that he didn't have words for. Maybe later he would. But for now all he could do was feel.
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A tear ran down his face. Than another. He pulled the scarf close to his face breathing in against it as he started to shake. It was as though his father were here, both his actual father and this version of him. Both in the same scarf. Home and here.
He buried his face in the material as his shoulders shook and more tears fell. Emotions swirled in him. It was like something was breaking, but like something was repairing at the same time. His father was gone but his father was here. But he wasn't but he was....
It was pain and healing at the same time. It was grieving mixed with hope. Love with pain. It was as though strong conflicting emotions were merging and blending, becoming something whole and new that he didn't have words for. Maybe later he would. But for now all he could do was feel.
Feel... and cry.