Goodnight Moon and Goodnight You

The tears fell more with each painful word he said. She could hear the pain in his voice. The truth in it. The way he was struggling to speak. She whined as she pressed against him, burying her face into his bloodied neck. "S-stop...don't speak. Save your strength..." She closed her eyes. Squeezing them shut as he suddenly went into a violent coughing fit. She knew that her words were futile. He was too wounded. Too old. He could practically feel the strength leaving his body. He had been searching for half of his life. Nearly the entirety of hers. How could she hate him for that? "D-don't be sorry...I...I could never hate you..." She had no reason too. She just wished that...she could have spent more time with him. Her father. But now...