There's a lot more that she wants to say. And she wonders, if maybe this was what her dad had felt, or if it had been too quick for him to have any last regrets. She really hopes that was the cast. She hopes he didn't have any regrets.
She can see the exact moment in her mind. The sword flashing in the midday sun. The red gash in her father's neck that had appeared so suddenly. But she also remembers the faintest hint of a smile on his face, too. It's easier, to focus on that instead of anything else.
Her father's smile is the last thing she concentrates on when the last breath is forced out of her body.
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There's a lot more that she wants to say. And she wonders, if maybe this was what her dad had felt, or if it had been too quick for him to have any last regrets. She really hopes that was the cast. She hopes he didn't have any regrets.
She can see the exact moment in her mind. The sword flashing in the midday sun. The red gash in her father's neck that had appeared so suddenly. But she also remembers the faintest hint of a smile on his face, too. It's easier, to focus on that instead of anything else.
Her father's smile is the last thing she concentrates on when the last breath is forced out of her body.