A deep exhale sighed from behind you, the raspiness you recognized as your fathers. Turning from the mirror you smiled at him and smoothed your skirts. It was your prom night and you looked beautiful, he just wasn’t quite sure where all the time had gone.

He chuckled, strangely wistfully for an outlaw so hardened “you look beautiful.” He said softly as he pursed his lips almost as if he were emotional that you weren’t quite so small as you used to be.