Chapter 8

Davvy

I feel like my heart has suddenly skipped a beat.

The one who's standing right before the glass door is a cute little girl in a pink jumper which I reckon is a private school uniform. I watch her running towards her father for a hug. I am pretty sure that she is about four years old but looks pretty much taller for her age.

This little girl is the epitome of perfection; porcelain skin, healthy posture, beautiful shape of a face, silky and wavy long hair with bangs fall on the forehead, a perfect set of teeth when she smiles, thick brows and curvy lashes, a radiating calmness in her dark eyes, pointed nose and a fine mouth shape.

I can't help but swallow hard as I watch the kid approach her father and give him a kiss on the cheek. There's a warm smile painted across Dave's face while embracing the younger version of himself. My chest tightens, unsure what exactly I am feeling at the moment. It's a mixture of joy, sadness, and an unfathomable emotion while looking at the little c