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left at her door on mother's day

[poppycock]

[ wrapped in a small pink gift box with a silver bow is a familiar stuffed animal of a wolf, unmistakably hope's. attached is a note:

You've only ever wanted to do right by her.
We'll be with her again soon.
-Klaus ]

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[She had been trying not to think about the day. Trying not to feel how much she misses her daughter. The temptation to go home, to visit her, is so strong -- that she wonders if it would be so bad to go.

She takes the stuffed animal and carries it around with her most of the day. She presses it to her nose, trying to smell her, to just sense her in some small way. She lives in her memories some nights. Wandering into her own thoughts the way Elijah had shown her. It's never enough. It's not her right now, to see her growing, walking.]

Thank you, Klaus.

[She sends the message late in the evening.]

I miss her every day.

[poppycock]

[ he misses their daughter too. it's an unending ache, an empty place in his heart. he thinks too, of going home, and the only incentive that stops him is the impracticality of letting his selfishness cloud what is truly in service of his daughter: accomplishing what he's set out to do for her here.

it aches too; to think of hayley. perhaps it's why he did not answer her thanks before but why he offers this gesture and those words to her now: he misses hayley too. he longs for the comfort of knowing he does not suffer alone. that they both miss her. that they both want only what's best for her. they want to see her grow up, and grow up happy and safe, surrounded by them and by family. that is all that matters.

there is only one person who understands and feels as he does, and it's hayley. ]

As do I.