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« bernie » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Bernadetta von Varley ✦ FE3H
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"Um, I... I don't know why you need me, s-so... um... no, well, if you do need me, that's, w-well... just... just leave a message! I might, I might get... no, I will—"

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[ He takes the wrapped parcel inside, reading the note, quietly pleased that she liked her gift. He had probably spent far too long on such a simple thing, but he wanted it to be good.

Unwrapping the gift in return, he wasn't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. A beautiful portrait of Jeralt... he's stunned for a moment. He never expected to have something like this. He had been left with his father's few possessions, and his journal. He read it over and over again, in a way, he could almost hear his voice in the scrawled handwriting.

But this... seeing his face outside of his own memory. It brings back so much of that feeling of sadness. Remembering how he'd shut himself away to cry and mourn, the most intense emotion he'd ever felt at that point in his life, and it stretched on forever it felt like. Now though, there's something mixed in with it. Seeing his father again, even in a picture. Now he can see him whenever he wants. It still makes the sting of tears well in his eyes. Ah- it's been a long time. He swallows against a knot in his throat, as he sinks to the floor, hugging the painting to his chest. It's strange to hear himself cry, and while it's sad, and it hurts, a sense of relief comes along with it. He's happy to see him, but he misses him all over again.

He lets it wash over him, and he cries. Until the feelings fade, and he's left with that exhausted, empty feeling. Until he can scoop himself up off the floor and hang the picture above his desk.

Is this what people mean when they call something bittersweet? ]