Dean opened the door to the room, looking around with another surprised sigh. It was Mika to a tee. The bed was not quite neatly made. The desk was littered with lore and makeup. There were photos, and mementos adorning the walls. He smiled a bit, tears still in his eyes as he stepped through, brushing his fingers against the furniture.
He touched the photos on the wall, a few of them depicting he and Mika together as kids. One caught his eye and caused a scoff to leave his throat, as he remembered the day fondly. They had been on a hunt, and he had managed to introduce her to one of his favorite movies. The night quickly devolved into chaos and playful fighting. In the photo, they were both smiling brightly, while he himself had several new stitches above his right eye from an accident. Good times.
He then found the closet, gently opening the door, another anguished sigh leaving his throat as he looked at the clothing inside. He picked up a sleeve of a jacket he recognized vividly, bringing it to his nose and taking a deep breath.
This was a lot to take in. It was a lot to come to terms with. It was his greatest loss, aside from his mother. In fact, it was possibly his first real great loss that he remembered the emotions from. It was the loss that had nearly torn his family apart, due to his inability to let go.
Closing the closet, he stepped over to the bedside table and picked up the book that laid there, his thumb brushing over the title, ‘Pride and Prejudice’. He laid it down on the bed, stepping over to the light switch again, and flipped the lights off, taking his place on the bed once again.
As he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, he balled up his fists, trying to control his emotions as those familiar steps approached. He flinched when the lights turned on, his face doing its best to remain stoic.
“Hey Mika…”, he said softly, placing his hands on his lap with his eyebrows raised. His tears had mostly dried but his eyes were still slightly puffy as he stared at her, fully expecting her to run….again.
He touched the photos on the wall, a few of them depicting he and Mika together as kids. One caught his eye and caused a scoff to leave his throat, as he remembered the day fondly. They had been on a hunt, and he had managed to introduce her to one of his favorite movies. The night quickly devolved into chaos and playful fighting. In the photo, they were both smiling brightly, while he himself had several new stitches above his right eye from an accident. Good times.
He then found the closet, gently opening the door, another anguished sigh leaving his throat as he looked at the clothing inside. He picked up a sleeve of a jacket he recognized vividly, bringing it to his nose and taking a deep breath.
This was a lot to take in. It was a lot to come to terms with. It was his greatest loss, aside from his mother. In fact, it was possibly his first real great loss that he remembered the emotions from. It was the loss that had nearly torn his family apart, due to his inability to let go.
Closing the closet, he stepped over to the bedside table and picked up the book that laid there, his thumb brushing over the title, ‘Pride and Prejudice’. He laid it down on the bed, stepping over to the light switch again, and flipped the lights off, taking his place on the bed once again.
As he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, he balled up his fists, trying to control his emotions as those familiar steps approached. He flinched when the lights turned on, his face doing its best to remain stoic.
“Hey Mika…”, he said softly, placing his hands on his lap with his eyebrows raised. His tears had mostly dried but his eyes were still slightly puffy as he stared at her, fully expecting her to run….again.