ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP

I'm Unstoppable

"A single lily, a cliff, 3 hours."

Fairy was perfect to be a ballerina, dainty and pretty, graceful yet agile and strong.

She was now 16, and had a recital coming up. Her brothers had told her they were ecstatic to see her perform, and the thought of dancing for them made her smile.

She was to go on stage soon, and was getting ready.

Her white dress fit her beautifully, done with lace detailing and a gauzy white skirt. Her silky pointe shoes padded softly as she made her way to the entrance to the stage.

Her pretty face was highlighted with neutral colors, and her ginger hair was done up in elegant braids.

The first few bars of her song began to play, and she entered the stage.

Her dancing was flawless, elegant and effortless. Every member of the audience was captivated by her, and she was an incredible dancer.

She was in a bit of a daze for the rest of the three hour recital, but afterwards her brothers presented her with a magnificent bouquet, faces glowing.

They gushed over her performance, pulling her in for a hug. Her mother hugged her next, congratulating her warmly.

Finally, her dear father.

"You were gorgeous!" the man enthused, lifting her and spinning her around, the way he used to do with his wife.

Fairy smiled wildly, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Papa!"

Edge turned away, quickly going to his mother's side. Janna squeezed his hand, muttering to him that they should leave.

Asvaldur would likely treat Fairy afterword, Janna knew that. She left with her sons, though they were all a bit down over not being able to celebrate with Fairy.

Fairy, on the other hand, was talking nonstop about her passion, to which Asvaldur listened. He loved his daughter more than anything, and showed her a side that the rest of his family never saw.

It was the side he used to keep for Janna.

After he'd hit and raped her, she'd never treated him the same.

Understandably.

He misses Janna, he loves her. He doesn't know how to fix things, and his limited free time is devoted to his beloved daughter.

He smiles at his little angel now, "I love you so much."

She smiles back with her childlike adoration in her eyes like she always does, "I love you too, Papa!"

He sometimes ponders how similar she looks to his wife, how much she sometimes reminds him of how things were in high school.

He wonders if Fairy is a replacement of sorts. She's nowhere near the same as Janna, but she takes up the same amount of his heart.

He still aches for his darling Janna's affection, but he tells himself it's okay to fill his tome with Fairy instead.

Deep down, he knows Janna can never forgive him for what he did to her, and what he does to his son.