Aria
I turn the doorknob to my house, my father's house.
I know, I know you must be thinking, wondering why I still care even though he threw me out of his house.
The answer is, I do not know, I just care. Despite all that happened, he was still my father.
Tears blind my vision again as I step into the living room. I survey the place, it looks neatly arranged.. Xena must have arranged it.
Everywhere smells like him. He really did inhabit this place whenever he was not at the palace. The pillows on the couched are arranged just the way he liked them.
His favorite lavender scent oil has been set up. My heart wrenches more and more as I walk further into the living room.
I wipe my face, walking towards the couch. When I reach it, I slump on it, breaking into sobs again.
Whether it is my father's death, or my lost bond, I can not say.
I draw my nose noisily, sniffling, croaking, wiping my never-ending tears. I stay in that position a while, at loss of what to do.
