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foyernormanchapel:

Pianoforte by @magicaldestiny

She’d told him once that he wasn’t her father. She turned her head until she could see his blood-soaked face and erratic breaths where he lay in the expanding puddle of their mingled blood. She wondered if she’d been wrong about that.

Maybe a father wasn’t the one who claimed love and cut her throat.

Maybe a father was the one who dragged himself bleeding across the floor and took his hands away from his own wounds to cover hers. 

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