

A Father's MemoriesHe lay awake, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. It had to be a few hours before dawn, because the moonlight was just starting to fade, yet still lit up the room enough where he could see the shadowy silhouettes of objects in the room. Reaching up he wiped the sweat from his brow as he closed his eyes, his breath sounding heavy in the stillness. A few minutes later, he opened his eyes again, knowing sleep would be impossible for him now that his mind was racing.A Father's Memories
Sitting up, his long slender legs dangling over the side of the bed, he stretched- his stiff joints cracked painfully. S


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His wife was dead! Dead!
Staring into nothingness on the busy hospital hall way he kept repeating the phrase I his head, over and over again. His 5-year-old son was clinging to him, crying like he was possessed. Why was it that he could find no comforting words for son? He just placed his hand on top of his sons jet black hair and pressed him closer into his own body.
Ryuuken blinked his own tears away as he felt his sons wet his shirt.
Yesterday had been an evening like every other; Ryuuken had come home late from work as the hospital manager and his wife had patiently


Father's SorrowI did not want him to know. I never wanted my son to know the same pain and sorrow that our family had known for generations. Nothing good can come from the world of the dead. I never wanted him to have the burden of being the last of the Quincy placed upon his shoulders.Father's Sorrow
When he was born, we decided that he didnt need to know. My wife, my beautiful blessedly human wife, and I discussed it for months while she was pregnant. Our child would not become a Quincy.
We wanted to spare him the pain of growing up in a world of fighting. A world where he would have to keep everything he did a secret, for fear of being h
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