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Viola Smith’s first memory of her father was of sitting on his leg as he swung her back and forth in his office while he signed away the lives of dozens of scouts on a gamble that would not work out a gamble that would cost the life of her mother who so bravely chose to trust Erwin smith. Viola knew even then the real reason her mother went on the suicide mission outside the walls to retrieve a long dead regiment who hadn’t been heard from in ages , she knew that her mother knew this mission was pointless she also knew her mother would do anything to get away from her. Even at the age of four Viola was no stranger to her mothers breakdowns about how much more Erwin would love her if only viola hadn’t been born and cursed their love and turned the love in his eyes he had for her mother to regret.
So when the messenger barged into the office of Erwin Smith to tell him that the mother of his child had died, yet managed to save the lost soldiers she did not flinch at her father fist coming into contact with the blameless hardwood desk. Viola knew the moment her mother had gulped down her last liquor bottle and knelt down to the floor in her gear with a certain look on her face. Viola knew her mother did not plan on coming back the moment she pulled her in for an embrace giving her forehead a kiss for the first and last time Viola's mother told her she loved her and then proceeded to slam her own coffin door firmly closed.
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./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.~♡︎