It takes me a moment to understand, and when I do, I shake my head madly. No. I do not want him to do this. Not for me. Not again. I scrabble to take it off, to give it back. He smiles at me, and restrains my hand firmly. Dark bruises beginning to blush around his neck. Impossibly, barely visible in the murky water, smiling. Comforting me. Him comforting me. I am a child again, and all I want is for my father to be here. All I want is for him to stay.
I'm fucking inconsolable
