Orlando Returns
Random scene that I want to flesh out more later
The world had stopped for a moment. I didn’t even have the time to hold my breath, a breath stopped in my throat, my heart completely still. For a moment I thought my heart had completely stopped. A ghost of my past stood before me, almost perfectly preserved, standing in front of me as if the past 40 years never happened. It was like staring into a broken mirror.
Everything I forgot about him came flooding back to me, every tender moment we shared, the quiet moments, the loud moments, the good, the bad, and everything in between. The night we lost mom, the second I lost him, the moment I lost myself, it was all there… but I couldn’t conjure up a feeling. There was no pain, no tears, no twinges of sadness, no guilt, no prayers to yell into the heavens.
“Ichabod?”
“Father?”