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intheheartTitle: Home
Rating: PG.
Summary: He comes home to an empty house.
Notes: None
Warnings: Mention of parental abduction.
He comes home to an empty apartment, and pictures Yvonne waiting for him, a smile on her face, perhaps their child beside her. He feels guilty immediately, because it's Theresa he's dating, and it should be Theresa he pictures, but there it is, it isn't her, and it hasn't been for a while.
He doesn't really know how to feel about that.
There's a picture hanging on the wall, of him and Theresa at the beach, heads bent together, smiles on their faces. Happier and simpler times, sweet like childhood candy, but nothing stays the same.
He takes it down.
--
He comes home to an empty house, Olivia at a friend's house and Yvonne God alone knows where. He doesn't care anymore; hasn't cared for a long time.
Despair is pointless, after all. Anger will accomplish nothing. So he focuses all his love on Olivia, on his sweet, bright daughter, makes her days joyful and her nights peaceful. She's his child, his sole family in an uncaring world.
His parents are long gone, he threw away Theresa, Yvonne was never his. But Olivia remains.
He keeps a picture of her in his wallet, her smile as big as the sky.
--
He comes home to an empty house, and knows immediately that something is wrong.
It's not unusual that he arrives first, but today is Saturday, and though Yvonne does as she pleases, Olivia should be home. Her dance class is in an hour: too distant for her to have left, too soon for her to have gone somewhere else. He calls her name, moves through the rooms. There are traces of her everywhere-- her schoolbooks, instruments, pictures on the wall-- but she is nowhere.
By the time he finds the letter, he already knows his sweet, beautiful daughter is gone.
--
He comes home to an empty house that he hopes won't stay that way for long. He's going to ask Joanna to marry him soon, and he's fairly sure that she'll say yes. Then he'll be coming home to her and her gentle smile, her warm hands and soft wisdom.
In a way, he already does. He has a photograph, taken from the early days of their friendship, the two of them standing together at an office party and smiling awkwardly at the photographer. She's so beautiful, even with that awkward smile.
He hopes so much that she'll say yes.
--
He comes home to an empty house-- Joanna's working late, and his daughter has long since moved out. There's an envelope from her; he drops the other mail on the counter and tears it open.
There's an actual letter, covered in Olivia's looping handwriting, which he sets aside to read later, and the photograph.
The last time he and Joanna visited Olivia, they'd had a formal portrait taken: the two of them sitting together, Olivia and Jake hand-in-hand, two granddaughters at their feet, the littlest in his arms.
He sticks it in a frame, and hangs it on the wall.
Rating: PG.
Summary: He comes home to an empty house.
Notes: None
Warnings: Mention of parental abduction.
He comes home to an empty apartment, and pictures Yvonne waiting for him, a smile on her face, perhaps their child beside her. He feels guilty immediately, because it's Theresa he's dating, and it should be Theresa he pictures, but there it is, it isn't her, and it hasn't been for a while.
He doesn't really know how to feel about that.
There's a picture hanging on the wall, of him and Theresa at the beach, heads bent together, smiles on their faces. Happier and simpler times, sweet like childhood candy, but nothing stays the same.
He takes it down.
--
He comes home to an empty house, Olivia at a friend's house and Yvonne God alone knows where. He doesn't care anymore; hasn't cared for a long time.
Despair is pointless, after all. Anger will accomplish nothing. So he focuses all his love on Olivia, on his sweet, bright daughter, makes her days joyful and her nights peaceful. She's his child, his sole family in an uncaring world.
His parents are long gone, he threw away Theresa, Yvonne was never his. But Olivia remains.
He keeps a picture of her in his wallet, her smile as big as the sky.
--
He comes home to an empty house, and knows immediately that something is wrong.
It's not unusual that he arrives first, but today is Saturday, and though Yvonne does as she pleases, Olivia should be home. Her dance class is in an hour: too distant for her to have left, too soon for her to have gone somewhere else. He calls her name, moves through the rooms. There are traces of her everywhere-- her schoolbooks, instruments, pictures on the wall-- but she is nowhere.
By the time he finds the letter, he already knows his sweet, beautiful daughter is gone.
--
He comes home to an empty house that he hopes won't stay that way for long. He's going to ask Joanna to marry him soon, and he's fairly sure that she'll say yes. Then he'll be coming home to her and her gentle smile, her warm hands and soft wisdom.
In a way, he already does. He has a photograph, taken from the early days of their friendship, the two of them standing together at an office party and smiling awkwardly at the photographer. She's so beautiful, even with that awkward smile.
He hopes so much that she'll say yes.
--
He comes home to an empty house-- Joanna's working late, and his daughter has long since moved out. There's an envelope from her; he drops the other mail on the counter and tears it open.
There's an actual letter, covered in Olivia's looping handwriting, which he sets aside to read later, and the photograph.
The last time he and Joanna visited Olivia, they'd had a formal portrait taken: the two of them sitting together, Olivia and Jake hand-in-hand, two granddaughters at their feet, the littlest in his arms.
He sticks it in a frame, and hangs it on the wall.
