She ran through the crowd, searching for the only man here she truly loved as much as he did her—

It’d been so long—

‘Dad—’ she whispered.

The voices were loud, shouts could be heard further ahead. She quickly pushed her way through, not even remembering her ability to float.

In the very centre, a circle is formed around a brightly lit area where a fight seems to have occurred. There’s someone collapsed on the far end of the area, and she quickly looks over the man; not her father. Her throat clams up. Where is he? Her eyes land on—

‘Dad!’ she runs to the man kneeling on the floor, not paid any attention by the other people. He’s looking down, breathing heavily. ‘DAD!’

He flips his head around she fears it almost cracked. ‘Biyoo?’

‘Dad.’ she says, and she wraps herself around his wrecked figure. ‘Dad, what happened?’

‘Biyoo.’ He whispers, hugging her back, smiling mirthlessly. ‘Sometimes, the past comes to bit you… right where it hurts.’ His gaze travels to the crumpled figure on the other side.

‘You’re… fine?’ she asks, cautiously.

‘As fine as one can be after punching that hard, hm?’ He raises his hand behind her back. She turns to look at it which is… not pretty, to say the least. She gulps back her nausea.

‘Sorry, dear..’ he murmurs, pulling her head to turn to his chest and holds her there. ‘Welcome back, my love… where have you been?’

‘Father. You really need to stop worrying me, you know?’ She belatedly realises her face was wet, when he starts to wipe her face. She buries her head further into him. ‘I was only gone a while.’

‘Five years I knew you properly, and five you left me. That is not a while, Biyoo. That is a whole eternity.’ He sighs. ‘I don’t blame you, but I missed you.’

‘…’

‘Biyoo?’

‘You’re my only dad, you know?’ she says quietly.

‘That’s… good to know.’

She can’t help but laugh.

‘Hey, what’s funny? Why does everyone laugh at what I say…’ he ends up muttering the last part but it only makes her laugh harder.