Chapter 42 Crescent 🌘

• Standing there, outside my cell; just out of reach, is my father in all his glorious handsomeness.
• His long black hair, as I know it, is held together in a loose bun behind his head, with some strands intentionally left to fall in front of his face. He's still as tall as I remember, imposing and majestic. His skin is unusually pale, but his beautiful misty, grey eyes remain the same, drilling holes through my very soul as he stares.
• "Pa-p-pa," hot tears roll out of my eyes, burning my skin as they trail off.