WORDS OF SOLACE

A second chance?


A second chance! To make things right. A second chance to prove to my father that I am still his beloved daughter and that I love him dearly. I care so much about him. I am neither heartless nor selfish. A second chance to right my wrongs!

Everyone deserves this chance, right? Yes, even our Savior Jesus gave gave us a chance to live again. So, my father and I deserve this too. To mend the broken pieces of lifes together. To correct every single damn thing we have done wrong against each other. To make each other happy and proud.

This is the most consoling idea I have heard so far. I am determined to do all it takes to mend the relationship between me and my father, whatever it takes.


But what if that locks Damian out? What if Damian happens to be sacrificed? What if, in the process of redeeming myself and restoring peace with my father, I am left with no room or chance to be with my Damian? What will become of us—our love? Is he the sacrifice I have to pay for my mistakes? Can I sacrifice him? I doubt if he even thought about that before he said that.

"Hey, you know I can't dry these tears away, babe. We are far apart, but it hurts me so much to see you crying." Damian speaks after moments of silence, his fingers caressing away my tears on the screen.


I didn't notice I was weeping, and even now that I realize it, I just can't stop the tears from trickling. I wish he could know how this is entangled because of him. I can't leave him behind. I can't assume that I never met him. I can't ignore or toss aside the love I feel for him. I can't live without him.

"Stop tormenting me with these tears, babe. It's hurting enough to know that I can't be right there with you to dry those tears away and comfort you. Don't cry anymore, baby."

How I wish this could be real. I yearn for his touch. His caresses. His hug. It would make a lot of difference if only I could see him. I would feel much better even by resting on his shoulder and feeling the warmth of his protective arms. How I wish…

"You want me to come there? Just say the word babe, and I will be there in a blink," he adds.

"Yes, Damian," I whisper, my voice barely more than a breathless sigh. "Please come to me. I need you more than ever. I don't think I can do this alone."

I don't know if he read my mind, but I need him. I close my eyes, barricading more tears from sprinkling my already soaked face, and speak between closed eyes and a raspy voice. "I need you, Damian. So, so much!" I peel my eyes open and realize that he is closing his too. I close my back and let this weird feeling of closeness overtake me. "I can't deal with all these alone. I need you, my love. Please come to me." I finish whimpering, and his voice echoes with the same gentle, low whisper like mine, but heavier than mine.

"I need to be with you, babe. I can't handle a thing over here knowing that you are not okay. I will be there the moment you open your eyes, baby."

"Please come, babe. I..."

"ELLIE! ELLIE!"

The urgency in Nanny Aisha's voice jolts me out of my reverie, snapping me back to reality with a suddenness that leaves me breathless. With a start, I spring to my feet, my heart racing as I scramble to respond to her call.

The echo of her voice reverberates through the hallway, a frantic reminder of the responsibilities that await me beyond the confines of this room. I can hear the urgency in her tone, the unmistakable hint of panic that spurs me into action, propelling me forward as fear and worry gnaw in me in multiple savage waves, leaving me trembling.

What the…what happened?

"Nanny?" I call out loud.

"Your father, Ellie! He is..."

My heart lurches in my chest as Nanny Aisha's words hang in the air, a foreboding sense of dread settling over me like a suffocating blanket. The urgency in her voice sends a shiver down my spine, instinctively knowing that whatever she has to say carries grave implications.

"Papa?!" I drop the phone on my bed and sprint out of my room without even saying a word to Damian or dropping the call. Everything else can wait, Even Damian, and I know he will understand why I had to leave him hanging like that. This is a matter of life and death.

My breathing is failing me with every step as I sprint outside, my heart alsot falling from my chest. I hate such urgecncies. I hate this fear. I hate feeling this way.

'Nanny? What is happening?" I squeel, my pace taking a higher pace as I trace whene her voice is coming from.

Fear is skinting through my bones, and my mind is a whirlwind of conflicting feelings as I can't help but think of the worst. I know I should not entertain such thoughts. I know I should stay possitive. It is times like this when we need to hug our cool tight maintain positive vibes, but that does not seem to working for me.

Just but hearing nanny Aisha screaming my name with so much urgency is so unsettling. I just hope that none of what I am feeling right now is the case. God, please. My father needs to stay alive.my father needs to be well, and that so soon so that I can make it to him. He still has a lot to accomplish in this world. Him and I still have a long long way to go. And a lot of things to do together. So, he needs to live through this for all that the heavens hold dear.