Biting her lips to not cry, she observed every single trace of her father's face. She thought that it would never happen again, but there he was putting her to sleep again. His brown eyes, his light brown hair...The tired but smiling expression that she always knew so well was there again, with nothing but little scratches. In silence, they kept just looking at each other under the delicate light of her room. How could she possibly think of a life without him? He always felt that her birth gave a meaning to his life and never was afraid to show her his feelings. She was seventeen now, but feeling just like as she did when she was seven and her father got better from a really dangerous disease. The difference, this time, is that they had survived a war and the fear of losing him was much deeper - and he was terrified that he was, with 99% of chance, going to lose her. But there she was safely in her bed, with her blonde hair falling on her face and her brown eyes shining, full of water. They couldn't smile or say anything, they just stayed holding hands and looking at each other, besides, nothing else would really make sense.
After years of fight, finally he was safe with her. And every little and big sacrifice really worth, and she felt like she could do every single thing again. Nothing else really mattered then: her future, how would they do to get a job, how would they raise her brother without a mother, everything was just and completely secundary now. The only one thing real and important was the here and now; for the first time ever, they both didn't need hope or anything else: they couldn't ask more from life then what they had right on that moment. It was higher than they ever dared to dream.
Suddenly he moved his mouth trying to smile and took a deep breath. That was more than enough: she raised and embraced him so tight that he could even feel her heart beating crazily. And thanks God, she wasn't dreaming. Neither him.
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