you're all that matters . jacinta & erik
Aug 14, 2020 6:31:37 GMT -5
Post by cass on Aug 14, 2020 6:31:37 GMT -5
It had been more than three weeks since his last visit to Jacinta’s house. It was unusual and he was excited to see her, ready to wrap her within his arms and pull her in tight. He missed her, the past few weeks had been lonely, spent filling in his time with hobbies he wouldn't stick with. Ever since his wife had passed away it had always been like this. He had spent a lot of his free time by her grave, retelling old stories about Jacinta and the other girls at her school.
He knew she would have loved them, she would have loved every one of those girls like her own.
He pulled at his tie, straightening it as he made his way up the driveway. The gardeners always kept the place clean and tidy, there was no doubt that the place was well maintained from the outside. Erik felt as though it was impersonal and he promised himself he’d ask Jacinta if he could take over the gardens care. Besides, he needed more things to do, his days had become long, tedious, and unfulfilling.
Clearing his throat he let out one long final sigh, releasing his nerves with the movement. A smile spread across his lips as he wrapped his knuckles against the wood of the door. It was odd, the feeling of anxiety swirling in his belly after having been invited over by Jacinta. Normally he would just appear, flowers in hand, smile on lips, to ask her about her day.
Spending time with her was one of the ways he told her he cared. There were those other times when he had brought her chocolates, or fixed a leaking tap in the bathroom, or when he’d cleared out the attic after she’d found a raccoon hiding inside. Love wasn’t a word that often crossed his lips, preferring to express himself through thoughtful actions.
“Jacinta,” he said, by way of greeting as she opened the door, “it’s good to see you.”
But the pretense of formality melted almost as quickly as it had been crafted, the smile on his face stretching to his eyes. Before even offering her the flowers in his hand he stepped forwards, pulling her into a tight embrace. He ran a hand over her head, the tug in his heart pulling too fiercely to allow him to speak for a few moments. Erik had never anticipated finding a daughter buried within the nightmare of the Salazar household.
And yet, here he was. This was all that mattered to him.
He knew she would have loved them, she would have loved every one of those girls like her own.
He pulled at his tie, straightening it as he made his way up the driveway. The gardeners always kept the place clean and tidy, there was no doubt that the place was well maintained from the outside. Erik felt as though it was impersonal and he promised himself he’d ask Jacinta if he could take over the gardens care. Besides, he needed more things to do, his days had become long, tedious, and unfulfilling.
Clearing his throat he let out one long final sigh, releasing his nerves with the movement. A smile spread across his lips as he wrapped his knuckles against the wood of the door. It was odd, the feeling of anxiety swirling in his belly after having been invited over by Jacinta. Normally he would just appear, flowers in hand, smile on lips, to ask her about her day.
Spending time with her was one of the ways he told her he cared. There were those other times when he had brought her chocolates, or fixed a leaking tap in the bathroom, or when he’d cleared out the attic after she’d found a raccoon hiding inside. Love wasn’t a word that often crossed his lips, preferring to express himself through thoughtful actions.
“Jacinta,” he said, by way of greeting as she opened the door, “it’s good to see you.”
But the pretense of formality melted almost as quickly as it had been crafted, the smile on his face stretching to his eyes. Before even offering her the flowers in his hand he stepped forwards, pulling her into a tight embrace. He ran a hand over her head, the tug in his heart pulling too fiercely to allow him to speak for a few moments. Erik had never anticipated finding a daughter buried within the nightmare of the Salazar household.
And yet, here he was. This was all that mattered to him.
яose
