Elara’s POV~
When his eyelids fluttered, and finally opened to reveal those hazel eyes so much like my own, joy surged within me.
"Elara," he murmured, his voice course. A feeble grin strained his lips and hot, brimming tears pricked at my eyes.
“Dad,” I gasped, my grip around his hand tightening almost as if I could force all of my strength into him. “You’re awake. You’re here.” My voice trembled, reflecting an awkward half-relief and the absurd, crushing gravity of everything I’d labored to alter in this reincarnated life. I’d lost him — and Mom — three days after my eighteenth birthday in my previous life. But here he was, alive, breathing, because I’d reincarnated back from death to rewrite my destiny.
He grinned, but it was with much effort. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, kiddo.” His sad little stab at humor shattered something inside me, and I laughed, the sound dissolving into a sob. I leaned my forehead to his hand, and let the tears drench his skin, while I trembled a
