The glistening moon, the beauty. The odds remains, a question repeatedly asked. Does the moon, ever worry? A chapter to renew when the odds are out is almost like the future we're able to change once we find the factor of the mess created.
Roselle sat by her window, taking in the fresh breeze in as she let out a sigh of relief. Now, only a few things for her to focus. Building up the ruined relationship between her and her father, and preparing herself before the time she will reunite with Hakeem. Roselle brushed out her thoughts and leaned back to her bed as she hugged her panda plushie.
Thoughts passing by, flowers withering in her mind. The sight of blood staining her father's hand, the memories, the pain she had endured. Of all the memories flashing, she hears a knock, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. She dozed off, finally getting up to open the door. She swang the door open, not too shocked to see the person infront of her.
"Dad,have you already packed up to move back in here?" Her eyes lighten as she lightly greeted him inside. Her father only froze awkwardly, he might be eager to start off a new chapter with his daughter, but it's been so long that he had forgotten how to communicate with someone he cherishes dearly.
"Ah,yes. I... I already packed all my stuff to move back in, is my room perhaps still in the same place?" awkwardly, he just stood in front while showing all the luggages he had brought.
Roselle giggled looking at her father's personality. How regretful, if only she forgave him earlier, she could've seen so much more of the fun personality he had. Almost like a sun, shining bright. Although Roselle's heart is still in terror due to the past, she senses that this time, he really had changed.
"Yes, your room is still on the first floor, get yourself unpacked dad. We'll talk after."
Roselle smiled as she held her father's hand, walking him to his room and opening the door for him. For the first time, he felt free from the guilt he had held all these years. Having to hold his daughter's hand, the hand that he once held dear on the day she was born. His hands were stained with his wife's blood, yet Roselle being the loving daughter she is, forgiving him in despair.
In the midst of hesitation, he walked into the room. From head to toe, everything's still kept the same. The wall being the colour it always had when he and his wife were happy. Sharing a bed with their beloved Roselle. Not a change had been made in the room, even the old drawings were still on the walls. The room was untouched, yet the air feels heavy, somewhat, different.
He settled down, putting his luggages down. He thought to himself, for years this house had been filled with dissapointment of this parents, mixed with his regrets, the silence witnesses his deep sorrows. It felt like a second chance, one that could never be replaced.
Roselle lingered by the doorway, watching him. A part of her, wishes to stay and accompany her father, wanting to fill the silence with the times they had missed before. Although another part of her is in despair, tangled in the past. She swallowed the hesitation, forcing a smile.
"Dad, I'll get you something to drink. After all, you had drove for three hours to get here." she murmured before turning away. He watched as she turned her back, heading to the kitchen.
As Roselle prepared the tea for her father, setting it up. She glanced at the reflection of the window, there it stood. Her father sitting by the table behind ber, looking upset and somewhat... lonely.
"Dad, what is it that brought you down? cheer up." she said as she put aside the cup of tea she had prepared.
"I.. I feel rather guilty. I don't think I even belong here Roselle. I don't think I deserve this treatment from you, and Hakeem."
Roselle stared soullessly into her father's eyes. The eyes that he once saw 7 years ago, the eyes that once confronted him. 
"Perhaps, you won't be so guilty after living here for awhile." she spoke out. It sounded like a threat, it's almost like a volcano that's about to abrupt.
"Thank you for the reassurance Roselle.. I've missed you."
"Go get some rest dad, I'll be in my room upstairs."
Roselle headed upstairs, her father watched her shadows slowly going in further from his sight. At that exact moment as Roselle stepped in her room, she immediately closed the door, sitting by the door with both her knees by her chest. Going back and forth. She wanted to cry, it felt weird. Forgiving someone felt weird. She felt as if, it's not fair that he doesn't suffer as much as she had.
But deep inside, she could only remember the times he had been a great father.