//------------------------------// // My Little Gura //------------------------------// My Little Gura Written by an /hlgg/ anon who wants to make his threadmates suffer PTSD Edited by cunnyposters Based on a story written a decade ago For additional fan art, writings, and other narratives, visit your local asylum and ask for a Chilean. I live my life, one day at a time. A good portion of those days are uneventful, always falling in the same routine: I wake up, walk to work, work, walk home, then bum around until I go to bed. Some times I'll hang with my few friends, while other times I'll just play video games or watch Hololive. Every so often, something new and interesting happens: I meet an old friend, I find a dollar on the ground, or I get chased by a stray rrat. Living in a dying city isn't very fun or interesting. This city was once full of life and color, but now... now most of the houses are sagging, the businesses sit empty and abandoned, and several open fields lay barren of the once great factories that helped drive the economy. I had never seen this city during those times in person, but I have seen pictures. My mother and father lived happy, and they could only wish the same for me growing up. Sadly, I cannot say I have achieved that wish of theirs. I've fallen into the same dull routine: Wake, work, sleep, repeat. I do have some moments of bliss, but the daily struggles I go through outweigh the small moments of joy I have. Hololive has helped, but it's still just another thing to build my hopes up on. Every time I see a stream, or one of my oshis on a fan site, I recoil a bit at the bright colors, the joyful faces of the chuubas, and the peaceful sound of their BGMs. It's so hard to look at that beautiful world, having it so close to my grasp; I reach out to touch it's warm colors and bright, smiling faces of the girls. Only to be stopped by my computer screen. I snapped back to reality. It gets to the point where I will simply shut down my computer and walk away. I do that a lot, especially after my last oshi's graduation. I go for a walk. When I feel sad, I walk. When I feel tired, I walk. When I feel like walking... I walk. Walking has become my second life in a sense; I spend at least half my day outside along the crumbling side-walks and decaying suburbs. I've seen people come and go. I've seen buildings torn down, burned up, or have so much graffiti on its walls that its original color is unrecognizable. I very rarely pass any other people on my strolls. Most people don't like to look at their once beautiful city, their homes or former businesses. I don't blame them. In fact I envy them. They saw this place with their own two eyes, seeing the buildings still standing tall and proud, the lawns freshly cut, the paved roads, and sidewalks still intact. The only thing I've ever seen that even comes close is my mother's paintings, each of them colorful scenes of this concrete world. She started painting once everything crumbled beneath her feet, making the sad scenery before her look beautiful. Her masterpiece is of an open field that yielded a parking garage. Over it, she drew an amazing cunny. My favorite picture. I guess that is part of why I like Gawr Gura the most out of all the other Livers. Her colors, the amazing singing voice, all remind me of that picture. There have been times I wished I had my own Gawr Gura, or more realistically a plushie of her, to curl up in bed with. I've made an old daki into a "temporary" replacement, until I am able to save enough money for one. It helps, in a way. Like holding it close will heal my wounds, my pain, and my sorrow. My feet, after countless hours of walking in my old shoes, pulsate under the sheet, and all the while, I'll hold that stuffed pillow harder than a mother protecting her child. It's the only thing I can look at and feel true joy, even if it isn't physically the Gawr Gura I want. It will have to do. ---------- Today, as usual, I walked to work. It was the same shit, just a different day, watching the same people enter the store, grab their merchandise and pay, then walk out with bags in tow. My shift ended after several hours of this. I clocked out and started walking home. I decided to use a different route this time, for a change in pace, a little something different from the normal path I walk. This part of town was hit the worst; only a few houses still stand, and none of them occupied. It truly is a sad sight to see. Then again, it's really the only sight I see. The only sight I'll ever see. Or so I thought. I was stopped by something unusual; a stray cardboard box in the middle of the sidewalk. Now, living in this kind of area I see trash all the time. Boxes, McDonalds cups, and plastic bags litter the streets and empty fields, but rarely will I see a cardboard box that isn't crushed in one way or another. I noticed this particular box because it happened to be in my way. During my younger years, I tried to do what I could for the community. I'd pick up trash when I saw it, or I'd attempt to help my neighbors. It was a losing battle. Now-a-days, I'd given up any hope of cleaning this city, much less my neighborhood. Now I'll just pass the trash by, letting it blow away in the breeze or sit there and decompose. I let what's left of the "people" do their own things, since most of them don't care about anyone other than themselves. Why should I be any different? I walked past the box, barely giving it a glance. Nothing about it caught my attention right away. I continued on, my home not far away now. Upon arriving, I sat down down and played some games, attempting to push the box out of my mind. I had little luck, as the box somehow managed to push it's way back in. Time crept on by, and I soon found myself wanting to go for another walk. I left the house and started down my usual route when I stopped. What was it about that box that made it stick out in my mind? I turned around, starting down the path I had taken to get home, the path that I only walk once in a blue moon. Curiosity got the best of me, and I wanted some closure. Within minutes I found it, still sitting there, sad and alone among the broken concrete and over-grown grass. It didn't move, it didn't stand out as if it were special. It was an ordinary, brown cardboard box. I didn't want to say I came out here for nothing, so I walked closer to it. As I drew closer, however, I began to notice something inside. It was brightly colored, two colors in fact, and was quite small. Maybe the size of a small child. I stopped beside the box, and looked down at the hooded blob inside. This is where I currently stand: looking into the box at a small... something. No, I know exactly what it is, but my brain isn't allowing me to fully realize it just yet. At first I want to say it's simply a toy, left to die along with all the other things in this block. But then I saw it breathing. In fact, it appears to be sleeping. My hands are sweating, my breathing erratic, and I'm blinking my eyes, trying to refresh my vision. Each time, the image stays the same. Inside, is a sleeping... Gawr Gura. I kneel. Then, I'm trying to get a closer look into the box. I can't believe what I am seeing. There is not a physical, mental, or extraterrestrial way how this could be here...how she could be here, in my gloomy, dark and horrid world. I examine the box further, and on the side in simple pen says "Give to a good home." The first thought that runs through my mind, besides the initial "Gawr Gura in a box", is "Who would give up a Gawr Gura?" My mind is now a mess of questions. How did she get here? Why is she here? Why is she real? Her tail is even barren of her bite mark, meaning she is indeed a new Gura. As I stand to stretch my tired legs, I accidentally bump the side of the box with my foot, and the inevitable occurs: she wakes up. She looks around, rubbing her face with her tail, trying to wake herself up. At first all she sees are the brown walls of the box, but then she looks up to me. Those large blue eyes, along with the her cute teeth, drive my penis to, as the meme goes, explode... twice. The sheer cuteness of it all drives me to kneel, and I can't hold back a smile. I haven't smiled like this in years, since the last time me and my parents went out to the only remaining park in the area. Her eyes continue to stare at me, and I stare back. I don't know what to say, or what to do, but I must start somewhere. "Hi there." I speak, but she doesn't respond. "Uh, what are you doing out here?" She looks around, then back to me. The more I study her, the more I realize she is really young. She might not even be able to talk yet... that is, if she wasn't obviously 9,000 years old. The fact that she is even existing right now has me reeling in confusion. I return my attention back to her, and notice a small shiver of her body. The fall season is here, and it can get pretty cold, especially around mid-November. I'm not sure how to exactly tackle this situation; do I take her home? Do I call someone? Who would I even call? I'm a closet cunnyposter, so none of my friends know about my love of Gura. I can't take her to a shelter... that's a stupid thought in the first place. Not only would it be a horrible sight, she might be taken off to some lab and experimented on or something just as equally horrible. I have only one choice. She shakes once more as the cool air reaches her coat; her tail ruffles as she lays back down and huddles her legs closer to her body to keep warm. That's the final straw, I can't take anymore. I take off my own jacket, and reach down and pick her up. I get the initial response I expected; fear. She begins to squirm around, unsure what I'm doing to her. She can't move yet, but she still flutters her tail as if praying for a miracle to happen that she does magically run away.I set her into my jacket, wrap her up so that her face is sticking out, and hold her in my arm. She continues to squirm, but then my body heat begins to finally seep through the thin jacket and she settles down. "It's all right. Lets get you somewhere warmer, huh?" I smile again at her. She looks up to me with much confusion in her eyes as she tries to process what is happening. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. It's getting late, and you'll freeze out here." I think she understands me, for after I say those words her eyes return to their normal size, and she snuggles herself more comfortably inside my jacket. She squirms a little, trying to get into a more comfortable position. I can feel her arms and gills poking me as she shifts. Then, to top it off, she rests her chin onto my arm and lets out a deep sigh, closing her eyes to drift off to sleep. My dick explodes for a third time. The entire walk back, I keep an eye out for other people who could pass by me. I don't want anyone else to see her. I have no way of knowing how they would react. As usual though, I don't see a single person. It's midnight by the time I get home; fortunately for us both, I had turned on my porch light, otherwise I might have passed it. Being one of the few occupied homes on the block meant a lot of darkness. The city even stopped running power to street lights, so that made it all the more difficult. I glanced down at Gura, who continued to sleep in the jacket as I carried her. She was no longer shivering, and felt quite warm. I walk up to my porch, careful not to make too much noise as I get my keys out, unlock the two dead bolts, the master lock, and finally the door knob, and open my door. It is dark inside, due to me leaving while it was still light out. With a flick of a switch, the single bulb in the hallway comes to life, shedding some light into the living room. Most of the furnishings were my parent's. Then again, so is the house. I became the owner of it after their "graduation," and have done what I can to keep it that way. Still with the Gura in my arm, I walk into the living room. As I pass my family portrait, I greet it with a "Hello mom, hello dad." I know they aren't there, but knowing that they loved me, and that I love them, helps me stay sane, and to keep going in my miserable life. As I enter the living room, I can feel stirring in my arm. She had woken up, most likely when I turned on the light, and is now getting antsy. With no idea what to do or how to tackle the situation, I set her down on the couch. Immediately she jumps out of the jacket and looks around, already investigating her surroundings. I continue to watch her as she explores the couch, then continues to the coffee table. "What are you doing here in my world?" I didn't mean to ask that out loud, but it just sort of happens every now and then. Only seeing my few friends once in a great while, I find myself talking to, well, myself a lot. I don't own a pet, because that just means more money to dish out and I'm already struggling as it is. But I'm not a schizo. Surely. From my question, the only response is another blank look on her face. That tells me she has no clue either. Then again, what else should I expect from a Holo that can't even talk yet. "Are you lost?" The moment the words left my mouth, her smile falls and she looks to the ground. "Oh..." The realization strikes that she has no clue what is going on, where she is, who I am, or anything else. She's beyond the word "lost": she is misplaced. "Well, until something happens, I guess you can... stay with me." I see how she lifts her head up, ears starting to erect once again, and looks at me with worry. My words don't sound that encouraging, so I throw on a smile as I speak. "Don't worry. I'm sure whatever brought you here will fix itself within time. We just... gotta wait. Is that alright?" I'm not sure why I asked that, but it seems to do the trick. Her pigtails perk right up and she smiles. The next few hours are spent giving her the "grand tour" of my house. Nothing amazing to see, and I avoid taking her into my bedroom out of fear that the large amount of uuoooohhh fetish posters would swallow her up. Afterwords, I give her something to eat. I break up some small carrots, and amazingly I discover she has some appitite. Since she is still an Atlantean, I wasn't sure if she could eat human foods such as carrots yet. Then again, she is from Hololive, so I don't know what is "correct" for her anyway. Satisfied with the food, she finds a comfy spot in my father's recliner and sits. I don't mind, it's not like I sit in it. I was never allowed to when he was alive, so why should that change even after his graduation? It's his chair. But I'm not gonna be mean to my oshi for not knowing that, so I let her sit where she is most comfortable. I also give her a small blanket to wrap herself in, due to my house's current temperature. It's not as cold as it is outside, but my furnace has had problems since before my parent's graduation. There was a trick to fixing it, but that graduated along with my father. I must have fallen asleep at some point. I honestly expected myself to be wide awake due to such an interesting event, but after the long hours at work and staying up to take care of Gwar, my body had other plans. I'm not sure how long I was out before I awoke, but it doesn't matter; as I close my eyes, I feel something against my side. I look, and sleeping beside me is the small blue chuuba; her white hair and shark tail laying still, her head resting on the inside of my elbow. I know the meme gets old, but I must say it: my dick exploded again. Laying there, sleeping and curled up beside me had me smiling ear to ear. Her gentle breaths are barely audible. The hair on her head tickles my arm, but I hold back any movement to itch. The warmth of her body against my stomach warms my already weak heart. Though a few months isn't a long time, it's how long I have wanted a moment like this. My own little oshi, a Gawr Gura plushie to sleep with and hold tight. And now I have a real Gawr Gura, my oshi, sleeping at my side; content as though she's known me since birth. Right now, there is nothing else that matters to me. My despair, my sore feet and painful heart all go unnoticed as nothing else can come remotely close to the feeling I have right now; this joy I am experiencing at this moment as I lay awake on my couch. She is here. She is real. Right now, she is my little oshi. She is... my little Gura. ---------- It has been only four months since I brought the young Gawr Gura into my home. I've done what little "research" I could on the matter, but I have come to no conclusions. I have no idea why she is here, and quite frankly, I don't even care anymore. These few months with her have been the most amazing time of my life. She has opened my heart up to love and joy, among other things. Right now, she sits next to me on the couch as I watch Hololive. She seems to enjoy the morning streams on YouTube, and I myself have come to enjoy them. She acts much like a young child would. Then again, why wouldn't she? Another amazing feat is she has been learning to talk. I'm not much of a teacher, or for that matter a parent, but I am doing my best to help her learn to speak and read. I don't know how, or even where to begin to attempt in teaching her to write. From the streams they could barely speak English anyways, but I will let that go for now. Once she is a little older, if I even have her that long, I will do what I can to teach her. ---------- It used to be that a year would go by slowly. I would look forward to the new year, in hopes of getting a fresh start. Now though, I feel as if this year went by a little too quickly for me. I've decided, since I have no knowledge of her actual birth-date, to make the day I first saw her the birthday. September the twelth... oddly enough, that's the very same date that the debut of Gwar Gura aired last year. I quit watching the real one after Gura came into my life. There was no reason for me to continue, and honestly, I don't have much time to myself anymore. It would be hard to hide me watching Gura, and even harder to explain the situation if MY Gura were to ever see it, especially at her current age. She knew her name was Gawr Gura, but I have come to calling her Ame's pet name of "Goorauh," and she has no problem with it. She can fully communicate with me now, as well as read English, and she's even starting to learn how to write with, you guessed it, her hands. I tried to "invent" some devices for her so she could write, but it seems writing with her hands is more natural than moving her tail around. One thing now troubles me with her. Every day she sits at a window, looking outside. I'm not worried about her being seen by passerby. I'm on a dead end street, so that's the least of my worries. Still, though she doesn't say anything to me yet, I can see the hunger for fresh air in her eyes. I can't keep her in here her entire life. Ha...I keep talking like she is going to be here forever. That isn't true. One day, some day, she will return home, whether it'll be a simple "poof" and she's gone, or through some magical clock, and Ame shows up and takes her home and fix everything. In my heart, I hope that never happens. In my head, I know it will. It's just a matter of when. I do hope to get her outside soon. I've been checking out some of the abandoned lots and former parks on my walks to and from work, seeing where the best location would be to take her. Oddly enough, it seems the park I had played at growing up is the best option. That shall be it then, I shall take her to the park. How will I get her there? She's still relatively small, so she can be hidden inside a jacket or something. Tomorrow is supposed to be a nice day, anyway. ---------- She did it. After two years in my care, and having absolutely no knowledge of Holos myself, I helped her learn to speak. She's gotten quite big in only a couple years, and it was getting hard to hide her when we walked to the park. I got so desperate to keep her hidden, I bought a dog costume for her to put on, so she could walk there unnoticed. She was not happy. So, I got some books from the library and read up on teaching sharks to speak. I would have looked on the internet, but I fear she would become curious of it herself. There are a lot of horrors on the internet, and she's not ready for it. In hind sight it's bad enough she is experiencing Hololive, but she has come to enjoy the EN branch too much for me to take that away from her. Back to the speaking. I've been taking her to that old park for weeks, in hopes I could help her learn how to speak. There is a large tree there, with branches sticking out over a sandbox. The perfect spot for her to talk to herself. If she fails, and I can't stop her, at least she'll have something remotely soft to play on for a while. She failed a lot. I knew she would fail a lot. There were many failures towards her goal, but finally, after many weeks of work, she was almost fluent. It was only a short few sentences, about fifty syllables, but she still did it. She's a little scuffed, but she's beaming with pride. Maybe now she could act normal, so that the few people on the street don't notice anything off. I'll have to see if she can manipulate people like she could in the stream; it would make it much easier to take her places. Then she can walk like normal as we go to the park. Another thing that has been brought to my attention. She asked me about having her own room. I got thinking, and realized the house does have a spare bedroom, though my parents had filled it with my old school stuff from my younger years, as well as several of my old toys. She might enjoy them, though she is getting older. I'm not sure how entertaining they will be for her. If she has her own room, I can get her her own things, so that she can feel somewhat normal. She's pretty smart for a shark,and knows about the difference between our species, but she still knows nothing about her origin. She is not ready yet; the only thing I can do is keep her happy. I only wish I had a way to buy her the things she wants. ---------- If you told me four years ago I'd be taking care of an anime girl, I'd call you a schizo. I probably am in all reality, but I don't care. I'm happy. She's happy. Today is a day for celebration, for today, my little Gura got her tail bitten. I honestly didn't know how to tackle that fact. She didn't even know what it was until I explained it to her. Now she's even more ecstatic than before. It was a normal park outing, but this time she decided she wanted to try new things. I had limited her on how much she could "explore," but honestly I can't do anything about what she wants out there. I can't speak with experience, so the most I could do is tell her to be careful. Somewhere she got it in her head to see just how fast she could finish, probably due to her being a bit slow mentally, but not physically. For some time she was trying to make up tricks and stunts of her own, giving them names. I'd just sit on a bench I had fixed up and cheer her on. No one was ever around anymore. In fact, on that block, I think the last person left over a year ago. There are rumors the entire area is going to be bought out by some company however, and all this turned into a large manufacturing area. I don't know how I feel about that... but it's not important now. Right now, I'm so over come with joy that my Gura now knows her place. Granted this isn't her world, she is still the same Gawr Gura from the stream... Regardless of how I raised her, she has that same spunk and attitude from the stream. And now, she has her tail mark. Anyway, she tried quite a bit in an attempt to go faster. Well, all the right things factored for her; how she positioned herself, her mental focus, and possibly me on her, watching and cheering her on, but she did it. She broke the barrier, and created a sonic boom with her yell overhead. Now, I didn't even imagine it was possible to accomplish such a feat in my world. I knew you could break the sound barrier, but actually do the UUOOOOHHH part, too? My mind is blown. So, the initial explosion brought upon many broken windows and sent off car alarms in the next county. I quickly rounded her up and we rushed home before anyone could arrive at the park. I was lucky none of my windows were broken. The rest of the day was spent celebrating. It just so happened today was her fourth birthday. I have no way of knowing how old she actually was when I got her, so I just started over. I would have bought a cake, but due to the boom all the businesses were closed and needed new windows. So, we made a cake on our own. Apparently the narrative writers got it right: she can't bake at all. Granted I'm not the best myself, but it was still a mess. But we had fun, she enjoyed herself, and she's happy. Therefore, I am happy. Though that was the highlight of her day, mine was just moments ago. She has now become accustomed to sleeping in her own room versus with me out on the couch. I actually stopped sleeping in my room, and kept her company in the living room up until recently. Now I can sleep on my own bed once more, but I keep my door unlocked, so if she needs me, she can get me. I had just tucked her into bed and told her goodnight when she said it. "Goodnight daddy. I love you." I haven't been on Gura's stream in, what, three years now? I don't know how her solo career online is doing, or what memes are still alive or not. But damn it all, I'm gonna say it cause it's true! My dick exploded twice! For the first time, not only did she call me daddy, which she has done on occasion, but she even said... "I love you." For a moment, I didn't know what to say or what to do. I've never been in this sort of situation before. But I remembered what my mother and father used to do. So, I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and told her the same thing. "Goodnight, my little Gura. I love you, too." She smiled at me, then closed her eyes to sleep. I walked out, turned off her light, making sure her nightlight was on, closed her door, then sat down on the couch. I haven't moved for an hour now, I'm so lost in cunny. The few times she had called me "daddy," I didn't think anything of it. I could picture why she called me that. Being with her so much made me accept it as part of taking care of her. But tonight when she said those three words, the realization finally sunk into my heart. I am her daddy. She considers me her daddy. And quite frankly, I consider her my daughterwife. Even though we are of a totally different species, I still love her with all my heart. And it has taken her to speak those words to me for me to finally realize that. I think I have finally done it. I have broken my hard shell that had formed when my parents graduated. I've let a sweet little oshi into my life. I gave her a home to live in, food to eat, and now a daddy to love. She has given me hope, love, compassion, and now something I thought I'd never utter: a daughterwife. I still speculate when the time is going to arise that she goes back to Atlantis. And each day it gets harder for me to imagine when that actually happens. I just hope that she never forgets me, because I will never forget her. ---------- I believe Gura is now at her full size. Rounding in at just under four and a half feet tall, she is fully grown. Though she is still only ten years old according to my math, I believe she is actually more along the lines of nine thousand possibly, in actual years. So, we celebrated thousands of missed birthdays and officially moving day. That's right, moving day. We moved from my parents house, thanks to me finally saving up enough money, plus getting lucky at a casino. We bought a nice house a hundred miles away from the city. It's got a lot of open land, there isn't another house within five miles, and it's just me and her. Now she can run around all she wants, whenever she wants. She is truly happy, though she does miss the old park. It's gone now, along with anything else left in the area. A large business bought all the land up, flattened it, and built a large factory there. It was an amazing boom to the economy, and people are starting to build homes again! I'm glad, but... it just wasn't for us. That amount of people would hinder her going outside, and I'm not going to force her to stay inside all day unless it's raining out. I've gotten a new job, one that pays much more than my old one. Gura even talked about getting a job, but then she remembered what I told her. The look on her face was heartbreaking. We were enjoying a cake we made, which I must add we have improved upon that skill, when she brought it up. I jokingly said she can't due to her being a Holo and I laughed. She remained silent. My God, I'm horrible. I...I just laughed because my daughterwife is different. I apologized for hours, and even though she says she understands, I know she is still hurt. Lucky, I have a way to fix this. Due to the sheer size of the property, it involves a lot of cutting of grass. Tomorrow I will modify a lawn mower for her to use, so that she can have a job. I'll even pay her, so that she can buy her own stuff if she wants. Though I'd have to get it for her, still she can actually say she worked for something. According to the stream, she was a cowboy. And I don't have her mess with nature or animals unless it's a dire emergency, so there isn't really any job to be had there. I still can't believe I've had her for ten years now. My god, time goes so fast... I wish it would slow down, so that I could have more time with her. I don't know when, but I have the sudden feeling our time together is running out. All of this has been too good to be true. ---------- Today has to have been the worst time of my life, even more than when my parents graduated. Due to events I could not prepare for, Gura found out the truth before I could tell her myself. She knows what she is, a streamer form a Japanese corporation. She is mad, no, upset beyond all thought. She had locked herself in her room, but I know my daughterwife. She didn't stay in there long. She opened her window and ran off, probably to a tree to sulk in her sorrow. I'm a monster. I should have told her sooner, I just wasn't sure when the right time would be. Now we are both suffering for my carelessness. I thought getting 6G would be a good thing, give her some more stuff to watch, but what I didn't realize was that we reset the parentel restriction. I wasn't even aware it was down, and to my surprise Gura is still even STREAMING! I remember I walked in from work with some groceries, set them into the kitchen, and walked into the living room. That's when I saw it... "YAY! SHE DID IT!" Ame had screamed, jumping with joy as Mori, Kiara and Ina all sat on with dumbfounded looks on their faces. My heart sank... I remembered this feeling. Even after seeing no collabs for twelve years... I still remember that damn reaction. With that reaction, Gawr Gura must've spoken an intelligble thought, much like how my Gura had years ago. At the time I was still holding my keys... and I dropped them. They clanged on the wood floor; if she didn't know I was home before, she knew now. "How long..." Gura asked me, no emotion in her voice. "I..." "How long have you known about this?" "I..." Gura turned to look at me. She had been crying, and her hair was in even worse shape than normal. "HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN ABOUT THIS?!" I couldn't help it... a tear ran down my cheek as she yelled at me. This was the first time in all these years she had raised her voice to me. And I deserved every bit of it. So, I sat down, turned off the stream, and told her everything. I told her about Hololive, about finding her, and answered any other questions she had for me. There were a lot. Most of them stemmed from the narratives, to which I simply told her what I truly believed. That though she is the Gawr Gura from Hololive EN, that she herself is a different person from the streamer. I tried to explain it to her, but her hammer-headedness took over as she continued to lash at me. I took it all. I deserved it all. I've been keeping that horrible secret from her for far too long. She is now a fully grown loli, capable of taking care of herself if she were in Atlantis. Here, I treat her still like she was my little oshi. It's been wrong of me, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want this to ever happen, but I knew it would. I should have done what was right, but I didn't. It was only a matter of time before she found out, and she knew she was different. After our argument, she ran upstairs into her bedroom, and slammed her door shut. I checked on her an hour later, and no response told me she had ran off. I can only hope that she comes back, or at least, if she doesn't, she stays away from any other people. If anything, I hope some sort of portal opens up and she goes back to her world, and never has to think of me again. All I can say to her at this point, is that I'm sorry. I'm so... so... sorry. ---------- It's been three days since Gura left. The night of her departure, I did something I hadn't done in a long time: I went for a walk. I wasn't sure where I was going, or how long I walked, but that's what I did. I walked. Now, three days later I'm finding myself out here walking once again. I've been out for roughly three hours, and though it is only five in the afternoon, it has grown dark. A storm is brewing, and soon I will be getting hit by the brunt of it. I turn around to begin my walk home, though I don't rush. My energy these past few days has been non existent, as I have barely eaten anything more than some toast. I feel so lost as I walk through the woods that surround my home. No, our home. It is as much hers as it is mine, and nothing will change that. The rain has begun, but I do not quicken my pace. I just walk, much like I had done so long ago. The distant memories of all my pain and sorrow before Gura began to seep back into my mind. I haven't had these thoughts in years. The splashes of water on the tree leaves help keep me distracted. It's a peaceful sound, one you would never hear in the city. The rain is picking up as my shirt is now soaking wet. I'm sure I will be sick tomorrow morning, but I don't care. I've been sick for three days now; a mental illness that has been tearing me apart. My daughterwife is somewhere out here, hurting, needing some comfort and warmth in this rain. I wish I could be there for her, even though she may not want me to. She may not ever want to see me again. I don't blame her... it must be such a horrible thing finding out your past like that. I can't even imagine what it would be like. I know Gura is a strong girl, and she can pull through. But I also know how she can hold a grudge at times. I'm not sure that, even if she did come back, she would ever forgive me. Or more importantly, if I could even forgive myself. It's now pouring out here. The trees are barely holding back the torrential rain as I'm hammered by the water droplets. I stop to look around, and find my bearings to return home. I'm not lost; most of this area is easy to traverse once you get used to it. It's just I'm also looking for Gura as I walk. It's the reason why I'm walking in the forest in the first place. I press on, keeping a steady pace through this rain. Suddenly, I spy a large, thick tree. Its stature sticks out among the rest, and from looking at the barely wet grass underneath I can tell its many branches are holding back even this hard rain. I need to take a break, so I walk under the tree and sit down. The grass is barely wet, with only a few small droplets making their ways down. This is the kind of tree I'd imagine Gura would hide under in this rain. I wish it to be true, but I saw no sign of her as I approached. I close my eyes, and lean against the tree hulk as I think about my life... our life, together as a father and daughterwife. We had grown so much as a family, and have been fortunate enough to have very few fights. None of them were as heart-breaking as the one three days ago. I feel a tear running down my cheeks as I imagine Gura's face again. The anger in her eyes, mixed with the confusion, just tore me apart. I want so badly to make things right, or go back in time and stop it from happening. But I can't do either of those. What's done is done. “I'm so sorry...” I speak out loud, not caring for no one is listening. I'm alone in these woods, besides the wild-life. In this rain they are hiding as well, and the ones that aren't are far from a being such as I. “I'm just so sorry, Gura.” I continue to cry as I keep my eyes closed, and leaning against the tree. The rain continues to pour around me. An occasional drop hits my head, but I don't care. *Crack* I open my eyes from the sudden sound, and look to my left. I'm shocked at what I see before me, looking at me with teary eyes herself. Gura, my little Gura, covered in burrs and tree sap along her hair and tail, is standing a couple feet from me. She is wet, with both rain and tears. I hadn't heard her approach, then again being an anime girl, she was very quiet and light on her feet. She doesn't speak, and instead walks over to me, not caring what noises she makes. I don't move; I just sit on the ground and watch with my own wet eyes. She looked so horrible, and yet so beautiful at the same time. Her hoodie would need a good cleaning, but that was the least of my worries. Without a word, she sits next to me, not making eye contact as she looks off into the woods. I can only look at her, wishing to hug her tightly and never let her go again. But I hold back, knowing that it would be too sudden. Finally, she is first to speak. “I... I heard you,” Her voice then got quiet as she whispers, “And I'm sorry, too.” I simply smile through my tears; her stubborn attitude was still showing; she always had difficulty apologizing. “Gura, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's my fault, simple as," It seems my point didn't get across, as she finally looks to me with a sorrowful face. “Daddy. Do... do you still love me?” Now is the time to act. I reach over and grab her, holding her in a tight hug. "UUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Gura. I've always loved you. I still love you, no matter what. No fight could ever change that.” She returns the hug, as we sit there and cry together. We continue to apologize, me for the truth and her for raising her voice and storming out. After some time, the rain subsides while we remain under the tree. “Daddy.” “Hm?” “Can we go home now? I need a shower. Badly.” I let out a chuckle, and she laughs as I stand. We make our trip back home; she's smiling again. I am, too. I've been giving it some thought, and I think I'll give her her birthday present a little early. A ticket to the rodeo. Yes, I'm taking her to a rodeo. She can simply sit on the bleachers and watch while I'm with her. I didn't even have to get her a ticket, but she needs some sort of reminder of her visit. I'm sure she'll have a blast, and though I don't expect this to make everything right, I can only hope it cheers her up some. With some time, I'm sure she will relax and settle down about her being a streamer. She's a smart girl, and knows she's real, not that streamer on the internet. I can only help push her to believing that, and hope she does the same to me. ---------- There is a point in every parent's life when they have to let their cunny go. Whether it be for the better or for the worst, it must happen. I now sit here in my living room, by myself, sulking over photographs of my distant memories of me and Gura. On her nine thousand and twentieth birthday, I had planned a special outing to go see an air show. As we prepared to leave, there was a knocking at the door. Never in the years we have lived there had anyone knocked at the door. Hell, we hadn't even made arrangements if someone did show up. I simply told her to go to her room while I took care of it. Once I heard her door shut, calmly and collectively I asked who it was knocking, expecting some stranger possibly lost on his or her travels. A female voice spoke in such a elegant, yet attention grabbing tone I felt myself listening to her with the utter most attention. She asked if she may come in; a question I'd normally refuse within a heartbeat, and yet something about her voice was reminiscent. I couldn't help but walk over and open the door. When I first saw the figure standing on my porch, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or hallucinating. Standing there, was the radiant and majestic Calliope Mori. I was at a loss of words; fighting both the emotions of excitement which I had only felt when I first found Gura, and emotions of sorrow, for I knew what this meant. She stood there another second looking at me; we matched each other in eye level, her body being the size of a nearly full grown person. I stepped back, and allowed her to enter. What caught me off guard next, were the three other people that followed suit. First Amelia Watson; then Ninomae Ina'is, and finally Nakadashi Kiara. "Ooooh, so this is what a Gosling's house looks like on the insi- OH MY! YOU HAVE A KITCHEN! I'm starving, are you starving? I can make us some-" She was stopped by Amelia's look. "Easy there, Kiara. We're just here for Gura, so we don't have any time to start a franchise." Ame's stomach growled, "No matter how hungry we are." I still wasn't sure how to completely react to all this, but not wanting to be rude I offered some leftovers. "Uh, we have some leftovers from dinner last night. You're more than welcome to some." Kiara took that as an "ok," and ran into the kitchen with much vigor. It seemed I did not even need to tell her where anything was; she instantly knew where everything was placed. Factor it to either dumb luck or it simply being Kiara... I chose the latter. "I'll keep an eye on her," Ame said, walking to join the hyper chicken. As she passed, she tipped her hat to me. I was finding it odd the girls were not more hesitant around a creature such as me. Then again, the same could be said for myself, but having Gura for fifteen years, I grew used to having people like her around me. Now, I have four other chuubas looking at me with the same amount of curiosity that I held for them. There was a moment of silence as I watched the two girls enter my kitchen and begin to rummage through my fridge. "I'm really surprised, my guy," Mori said. "I had expected a little more... shock, ya know?" "Why? I know who you all are." Mori nodded. "Ah, so you do know, then." "That you are streamers from Hololive EN, yes. Why you are here, however, I've no clue." The last part was a lie, hoping to keep my mind at ease. I knew the reason, but I wanted to ignore it. "Oh, I think you do know, bro." My heart fell into the pits of my stomach. I did know, and she was straight to the point about it. During all these years, I had anticipated this moment, but as time went on, that thought slowly dispelled until it was just nothing more than a minor nip in my mind. That's when it always happens, you know; when everything is finally perfect and you don't have to worry anymore. "Um, excuse me," Ina began, "but from what we could figure out, Gawr Gura should be here. Is she?" I looked to the purple eldritch abomination-turned-cute girl; I wanted to tell her no, but I knew it was fruitless. "She's upstairs, in her room." "In... her room?" Ina asked, surprised. "Yes, Gura is in her room. I wasn't sure who was knocking and didn't want her to be spotted." "Gura? Humu humu, you're that friendly with her already?" Ina continued. I wanted to punch that girl so hard right then; how she responded insulted me, "Friendly? That's not even the beginning of it. And I should be asking you girls as to what the hell you did?" Mori raised a brow, taken back by my change of tone, "You see, girl Ame-" "I know who she is, get to the chase," I was very short with her. As furious as I was, I wanted to know why they'd send Gura to some other world. Ame bit her lip, as her genmate continued, "Yes, of course. Ahem, she was working on a concoction to help the team with some development. Well, they made slightly too large of a batch, and when Ame used her time travel to try and change that, some concoction spilled onto it. Gura was unfortunate enough to- YO, IS THAT AN AKASUPA? YO MAN, THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE AKA YOU LEFT ON YOUR DRESSER, CAN YOU AFFORD THIS DUDE? BIG UPS BRO, BIG UPS. Where was I? Oh, right. She was unfortunate enough to be within reach of the blast that ensued, and it engulfed her, sending her to, well, here. So, we are here to retrieve her, simple as." Before I could answer, Gura called from her bedroom, "Daddy? Is everything alright?" That second, my heart stopped beating as I looked from girl to girl. Each one's face was in pure shock and confusion. They recognized the voice of their Gawr Gura, but she said "Daddy." "Uh... huh?" Ame started, returning from the kitchen, "did she just call you. 'daddy?'" Before I could answer, Mori started up again. "Can you explain?" I was lost; so many things were running through my mind at once. There was only one thing I could do... and I had to do it, but I knew I wouldn't like it. "Go into the living room and make yourselves comfortable; I'll be right down with her." I didn't allow a response; I turned around and walked up the stairs slowly. "Daddy?" "Yea Gura, I'm coming up. We..." I looked back down to the group of girls as they watched me ascend, "... we need to talk." So that's what I did. I told her who was down there, and that they were there to take her back. She had seen the stream every so often after some time, and found the wacky adventures entertaining. She had given up any thought that the Gawr Gura in the stream was her, and only viewed it as another stream. As I talked to her, and explained that those very streamers she watched were downstairs, she brushed me off with some laughs. She didn't believe me, and thought I was playing some joke on her. So, I took her down into the living room. "Gura!" Kiara shouted, jumping onto her blue friend. Gura was quick to shove the phoenix off. "Ah, get away from me!" She was taken back by the sudden amount of oshis filling our living room. They all looked to her with worried expressions as to why she shoved one of her closest friends away. Kiara's eyes went wide as she looked in confusion. "You... don't know me... do you?" "No, none of you," Gura continued. It hurt me in so many ways. I knew these were her friends, but so many things have happened differently that she didn't know the truth fully. And neither did they, so I had to explain to them. "I..." I started, "Gura, take a seat please so I can talk to them." She did just that, in her recliner. The entire time she looked at all the girls who occupied the couches and center rug in front of the fire place. It was time, but first I had to start with a question, "How long ago was she sent over here?" The question caught them off guard, but Ame cleared her throat as she spoke, "About fifteen days ago, why?" I was speechless. Fifteen days ago? Shit, she's been with me for fifteen years! That means she was sent back in time, not just sent away. "Well," I continued, "she's been here a lot longer than that." "How long?" Ame asked. "... Fifteen years." All the girls had their mouths agape. "W-wahhh... That doesn't explain why she doesn't remember us, though!" Ina said. "Well, that's the thing. When I found her, she was... almost rebooted." "Humu?" "She couldn't even speak, let alone remember anything." Now Mori spoke up. "Hold up, my guy. You mean you've been taking care of Gura for fifteen years, and raising her mind from kid to adult?" I simply nodded, and looked over to Gura, who wore an expressionless look on her face. "We... she is..." I started, but I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, "I know it's not true... God, I wish it was, but-" "I understand, the ‘daddy’ now makes sense," Amelia cut me off, holding a stern look about her face. She was thinking, trying to piece together in her mind what had possibly happened. I chalked it up to the Concoction, being unstable possibly reverted her mind. For a few moments it was quiet, besides the breathing of five Holos and myself. Finally, it was Gura who broke the silence. "So what's supposed to happen now?" I looked to the streamers, trying to read their faces. No matter how good I had gotten at reading Gura's face, Ina had the best poker face I had ever seen. Out of all of them, I had no clue what she was feeling at this moment. "Well, it's quite simple. Kiara?" Mori looked to her genmate, who instantly perked up hearing her name, "You know about rebirth, right? Couldn't you make her memories be reborn in her now?" Kiara simply nodded, as she got up from the couch and hopped onto the floor. I knew what was going on, what Mori had in mind. She wanted Kiara to either erase her memories and restpre the old. Or, hopefully, she just wanted to give Gura her memories of their time together in Hololive. I wasn't sure what to do, what I felt was right. But no; I knew it was right, and needed to be done. I had been telling myself that for fifteen years as I waited for this moment. But there was something I needed to say before it happened. These girls were going to take my cunny daughterwife away, and I had some words to speak before that could happen. "No, wait please," I started. Kiara, who was reaching for her limiter, stopped, and looked to the death goddess. "Just, give me a moment with her. Please. All I ask, since...since this is the last time we'll see each other." I had given up holding back my tears, and at this point was openly UUOOOOOOOHHHHHHing. The girls could tell I was hurting, although maybe they weren't sure why; and Gura didn't look to be faring well, either. So, figuring it wasn't good to prolong the inevitable, I walked over to the chair Gura sat in, knelt down to meet her eyes as I spoke. "Gura, my little Gura. I love you with all my heart. You have done wonders to open me up from the schizo I once was. You..." I had to pause a moment, to settle down, "... you have brought me so much joy in my life; for that, I can't possibly ever thank you enough." At this point, Gura had begun to cry. That only made it worse for me. "These fifteen years we've had together... Talking, playing, running... All those times have been so special to me. I just want you to know... I will forever love you. It doesn't matter if we aren't biologically related, or of different worlds, or not legally married. I don't care what you may think of me when they restore your memories, or if you'll even remember me... But right now, you... my Gura... I want you," I poked her on her erotic belly, to physically show I was talking to her, "to know that fact. If there is ever a problem, and you need me, don't hesitate to find me, okay?" I tried to laugh, passing the last part off as a joke. It worked, only slightly, as we both continued to cry. I could also hear some sniffling from behind me; I could only picture Ame crying, much like she had at the end of the A Way Out collab; after Vincent and Leo's fateful confrontation left them stunned. "D-d-do I have t-t-to go D-D-Daddy?" It had been a few years since she had actually called me "Daddy" in that context. Most of the time it was while I was cunny diving, or to pretend she was a child to get cheap movie tickets. It felt good, knowing she still cared for me enough to call me daddy, much like the first times she had said it to me, so many years ago. I simply nodded my head, as I stood up. Before I could fully grasp my balance, she jumped up onto me and hugged me tight. I could feel her tears on the back of my neck, and I returned the embrace. "It's your actual home, Gura. You don't belong here. You need to go back to where you belong." "I belong here, with you!" It hurt so much to say, but I had to keep her convinced that this was the right thing to do, "No, you don't. You are limited here, only able to be with me. You have no friends, or other girls to relate to. I imagined one day, you'd be gone, but I never thought it would be this painful." We remained quiet for a few more minutes as we held each other tight. She didn't fight back, or want to resist what was happening, which told me that she knew as well what must be done. "I love you, daddy..." "And I love you, too, my little Gura." We separated, as she lowered herself to the ground. At this point all the other girls had tears flowing, even the stone cold killer herself. She had seemed to know what had happened, the teleportation and such, but it was evident that the age difference was a shock. She most likely had expected to find a nine thousand and thirty five year old Gawr Gura, but instead found my (apparently) twenty year old Gura. Kiara stepped closer to Gawr Gura, sniffling once before she took off her Limiter's binding. I knew what was coming, it hurt so much... but I knew it was right. It was what had to happen, for her, for her friends, and in a twisted way for me. Now I could know she was actually going home; she would be around her friends, and could do whatever she wanted to, without any limitations. She could enjoy the stream's company once more. "Wait!" I looked from the floor to Gura, as she backed away from Kiara. "Before I go, I want to get something." Before anyone could protest, she ran up to her room. She was quick, and returned with a shoe box in her hands. I wasn't sure if she would be allowed to take anything back with her, and half expected the phoenix to protest. But she remained quiet, allowing Gura to quickly write down something on a piece of paper and set it on the coffee table. She looked back to me, still crying, but with a smile on her face. I knew she had realized this was how it must end, and knew I knew that as well. The box, I guessed, was filled with her most cherished items; things that she kept for if she had to leave. Though it hurt me thinking about it, I hoped she had a picture of us. Then again, I also hoped not, for she would be forced to remember me a world away, and that hurt just as much as everything else. "I'm so sorry, Gura." Kiara started. "I...I honestly wish there was another way to do this. I wish I didn't have to do this. But..." "Can't..." Gura started, "can’t he come with me?" The stuttering in her voice told me she was simply speaking her mind, not actually asking the question. Kiara shook her head, unable to keep eye contact with her friend as she cried before her. "Gura-" Mori started, "He can't join you, just like how you can't stay with him. This was all never supposed to happen... and the chumbuddies around the world need you. Still..." Mori looked to me, smiling, then began to look around our living room. All the photos of us together, all her knick knacks and belongings strewn around the room, "...Still, something beautiful happened here." "When I realized where you ended up, I expected the worst. I figured you to be ruined, tainted and tarnished from some anti's cruelty. But I can see that it's quite the opposite. That here, this guy that raised you... you were in good hands." Gura sniffed once, beginning to calm down as Mori's words sunk in. Ame then looked at me, smiling. "I can't speak for you, but from what I see in front of me, the paternal love you shared together, it tells me you raised her as if she was your own. Even with the... obvious differences, you still raised her well. You raised her as your daughter." She looked down slightly, still smiling, but with a sadness I couldn't describe. "You gave her something every kid deserves to have." I took in her words, as well as the other girls in the room. "So, I have to say this. I'm so, so sorry. It was never my, nor anyone else's intention to cause this much hurt to either of you. If someone needs to take the blame, please, blame me. It was my mistake that caused this." I just couldn't look at any of them. My heavy breathing breaking down with sobs. My mind was just thinking on it's own, thinking back to everything Gura and I did together. I took a deep breath as I spoke, "...How could I blame anybody? For sending Gura here?” I sniffled, then cleared my throat as I continued. I nearly choked up as I searched for the words to express myself. "These have been the best 15 years of my life. If anything, I feel the opposite; I want to thank you, Ame, and the rest of you. Thank you so much for what you did, eveb if it wasn't intentional. Thank you for everything that came out of this. Thank you for all my years, my life, and my love... with Gura." I tried to smile at Ame between the sobs, but she looked on the edge of tears herself, and could only look away, before she cried herself. Ina stood from the rug she laid on, and walked over to me. "No need. Instead, thank you, for taking care of our friend. She would have never made it without someone like you." While they clearly didn't seem to understand what exactly we did for most of these years, I felt no need to correct them; the pain was just as real for the reason they assumed. Ina closed her eyes as her tentacles slowly emerged from her body, then drifted towards me. I didn't move; I wasn't sure what was going on as she touched them to my head. I felt a sudden warmth rush through my body. She drew her tentacles away, still smiling as she stepped back. "Thank you." Then, another Holo spoke up. "Dankeshen, sir," Kiara added, finally able to speak through her tears. "Thank you, my guy, for caring for our Gura," Calli spoke. I remained silent as I nodded, then looked back to Gura, who also wore a smile on her face. The girls all returned to Gura as Kiara's limiter began to glow once more. "Are you ready now, Gura?" Kiara asked again, returning to Gura as she started to activate her full form. She simply nodded, as she closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable. It seemed time slowed down as Kiara released her limiter. My mind began forcing random memories of us together. I can vividly remember the splashing of the bathtub from her bath times, before she showered herself. I can still taste our many failed attempts at baking, and cooking in general. I still smell the outdoors from our times at the park, where she was able to spread her legs. There were so many memories, that I simply had to shut off my brain so that I could keep myself focused on Gura. A single tear ran down her left cheek, as I could see her eyes moving under her lids. Her mind was doing the same thing mine was, forcing our fondest memories all at once, for this would be the last time we ever saw one another. Finally, Kiara's limiter deactivated. There was a bright light, and the outline of a brilliant phoenix engulfed my vision. When I could see again, they were all gone. All the girls had disappeared. Through my tears, I sighed in relief. It felt wrong, but it also felt right. She was now the normal Gawr Gura that belonged in Hololive. I stood in the living room for several more minutes, just staring blankly at the empty floor that Gura had been standing at just moments before. Then, I looked around the room and took notice at my surroundings; I noticed things were different. Pictures that once held images of me and Gura no longer hung from the walls. Many of the random personal items of hers were scattered around the living room were gone as well. I was confused, so I ran up to her bedroom to look. When I opened the door, what I saw instead of her Cowboy and Navy posters mixed with her bed and other furnishings... was a simple office. A cheap desk with a computer on it and an ugly looking avacado tree, bearing no fruit. It took me some time to digest what I was experiencing, before I realized what must have happened. It made sense, but it still stung me in my chest. To make sure nothing leaked to antis, Ame must have removed any evidence of Gura ever being here from the timestream. Being with me. Fifteen years, all gone, as her existence with me was wiped from the planet. I felt as though all those years were for naught, wasted, as I wouldn't be able to remember her. And yet... my memories still lingered of her. I could remember everything as if it were still as vivid as when they happened. Then the thought clicked: Ina did something with her eldritch magic when she touched me with her tentacles. Did... did she protect my memories, so that I would remember her? Had she done the same for Gura? I walked back downstairs, and into the living room while I thought. There was a book on the coffee table. I recognized it; it was my photo album. I sat down on my couch, opened it up to the first page. There, was my mother and father with me shortly after I was born. I continued to flip through them, looking at my own past. There was a gap after my parents graduated, but to keep my mother's dream going I had picked it back up. Making false pictures of happy times and enjoying my life to stick into her book of memories. Then, I opened up to a piece of paper. I picked it up, and immediately recognized the hand writing. I speculated this was what she had written down before she left. 'Dad, For fifteen years you took care of me. For fifteen years you loved me, played with me, and made sure I enjoyed my life in a world not meant to house me. I'm not a girl of many words, but even though I told you this in person, I felt you needed a written version of it so you'll know it was all real. I love you, daddy. You helped shape me into the woman I am now. I'm not sure what's going to happen, if I will remember any of this or not, but I want you to know that you did a darn good job of raising me, even if I was a bit stubborn, and short with you at times. With Cover's permission, I hope to allow you to keep our photos; our memories, with you so that you'll never forget. Again, I love you, and thank you. Your little daughterwife always, Your little Gura forever, Gawr Gura. TuT' I set the note back into the page, flattening it with my hand as I felt the dried tear marks littering the paper. I read the note over and over and over again, until I had it memorized. Then, I turn the page, and was greeted with Gura's little smile. So now I sit here, looking through my photo album of our time together. Her first bath, her first words, her first drawing, even her first climax, all in this book of memories. Everything else in the house is gone, but what I had put into this book remains. I don't dare change that, but I will continue to add to it. To show that those years with her helped not only shape her, but helped shape me as well. I am a new man from who I was fifteen years ago. Changed, given another chance by a sheer miracle that transpired from an event I can't even understand. If I had never gone back and checked that box... if I had done something different... That could have changed everything between us. I guess I'm lucky that it all worked out. I can gladly say I have achieved my parent's only wish; for me to be happy. Though I am sad, I will always be happy for the time I had with her. I now sit alone in this empty house, staring at my mother's cunny picture with a smile plastered on my face; every time I see it, I think of Gura. I should be crying, I should feel horrible and want nothing but to see my daughterwife again. And yet, I feel relieved to know that everything is alright. She didn't run away, or leave on bad terms; she is gone, home, to where she belongs, and she is safe. I look back down to my photo album, turning to the page after our most recent photo. The pages are blank. I still have a lot of life ahead of me, and I plan to make the best of it. And I'll return to the streams I had missed for the last fifteen years. For myself. For my little Gura. The End.