*This was actually inspired by John Mayer’s “Daughters,” although it does not reflect the song =\ but anyway, it’s just a story that started with one line and then unraveled itself 🙂 isn’t it lovely how they do that?
I will carry the weight of the world, so you don’t have to.
Her fingers linger at his forehead. His gray hair is thinning, leaving a shiny bald spot. She brings his hand to her face; tiny brown spots sprinkled here and there on his thick wrinkled skin, over his toughened calluses and worn out scars, extending to his nape and neck. She touches her cheeks to that hand and closes her eyes. He does not move. Her eyebrows twitch, and she lets go of him.