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All my preparations and quivering anticipation was to have ended in bliss, the kind only my father could give me i was my fathers lover and he was mine. It was painful what he did, but i didnt cry. I didnt cry the second time either.

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He told me it was our secret, our special thing, and no one should know about it. I went to him the third time it happened, it was raining and the thunders scared me. We did it again, i enjoyed it. We began to do it more often, and each time i enjoyed it more. I was twelve that first time, and a happy child, happier than any other child i knew. I doubt if any other child had so much love. I was my fathers lover and he was mine. And then, on my twentieth birthday, the unthinkable happened.

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My father broke up with me. He said it wasnt right, what we do, and that we must stop. It felt like a full stop at the end of an epitaph. I had no warning, no premonition. The break up was like death. I had taken the week off from school just to be with the only man in my life, the best man i ever knew, or so i thought. I thought my birthday would have ended sensually, like all the others. It was usually the best birthday present he gives me, a passionate night of love making right out of a romance novel. My higher education had taken me away.

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And i sorely missed my beloved father. I went home that day with thoughts of my father obscuring all other thoughts. I arrived late in the evening. I made myself as adorable as he liked. My allure had never needed much artificial furnishings a touch here and a touch there, and i would be set to win any beauty contest. That evening i was at my best. All my preparations and quivering anticipation was to have ended in bliss, the kind only my father could give me.

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Instead, i got the shock of my life. That terrible day, i knew exactly how the deer must feel when the hunters bullet crashes through its heart. I learnt how it must feel to be shot out of the sky. I had hoped he didnt mean it, that this was just another punishment, but the way he said it convinced me it was final. I knew my father i knew the look on his face. It was the same look he had when he shot dragon our alsatian. This was not like before when he would refuse to touch me because i misbehaved. My father had never hit me or scolded me his punishments were usually more severe and silent. He would simply refuse to touch me for days on end. Such days were hell for me.

I could barely survive without him. When he was pleased with me, he really would take his time and give me much pleasure that i never knew was possible. I was a very well behaved child i had all the proper manners for a proper lady. But this was no punishment. I tried to make him see reason, to convince him that we were to be forever. I told him of our joys, our laughs and how love couldnt be any better. I begged him not to kill his beloved and only child. Men are beasts unfeeling beasts.

How could he end something so wonderful, something so perfect he said he still loved me, but i didnt believe him, i couldnt believe that. He couldnt even look me in the eye when he said it. There must have been a reason, but i didnt care for whatever it was. I knew it wasnt about right or wrong, there is no love that can be wrong, especially the kind we had.

It was beautiful we were one, my father and i. Our love transcended that of a father and his daughter. It was the stuff of heaven. No, his reason wasnt religious, not at all, my father wasnt that sentimental. I was his sole religion, he worshiped me. There was no one else either, i knew that much. My mother died while birthing me.

Ever since, i had been my fathers heartbeat. I never knew her, never would meet her. I would, perhaps, have liked to know her, but somehow i thank god she wasnt with us. It would have been awkward.

I dont think i could have shared my father with any one. My father gave no reason for killing me. He couldnt explain why we could no longer have what we had. There was nothing i didnt think, there was no thought i didnt wish to explain his decision by. Something, perhaps, must have happened to his hormones. I couldnt believe this was my perfect father. I couldnt believe my day could ever become so dark. He only said he was doing it for me, that it was for the best, my best.

How could i have ever believed the man loved me he even looked sad that day, so sorrowful and tired. In better times and in our previous world, i would have taken him in my arms as i was wont, and work my magic on him. Over the years i had learnt his special recipe. I was the only one who knew his mix. I had never asked him, but i sensed that even my mother didnt take him to the heights i took him.

But his words belied the sorrow on his features. He had said the break up words so casually, as if he had thought it through and found it a simple matter. There should be a special kind of voice and words for pronouncements of that nature, something equal and suitably terrible. The normalcy and casualness of his words were a negation. I didnt know i could ever stop being what i was to him i had never thought our relationship would end. But end it did, and in so shocking a manner. Good things shouldnt end that abruptly. Relationships dont die at once.