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It was a cold winter afternoon when the news was first time broadcasted in the television. The arrest of Donovan Desmond was seen by many, and his crimes were shed into the light and it was all thanks to the hero of a thousand faces, Twilight of the WISE. Years of war ended all thanks to that faceless man, Westalis and Ostania are now officially at peace.
Watching the television is the family of Forger along with Yuri, he already knows about the peace treaty between the two countries, but he wants to be there to see his sister’s expression when she hears about the peace they so long for. Yor had a faint smile on her face, but her eyes shone bright, it only happened when she was looking at her husband. On the other hand, the said husband also had a smile on his rosy lips, but unlike his alpha, his eyes were in a daze, it made Yuri’s stomach churn, he had grown to like the omega. He was caring and kind to his sister, not to mention his omegan charm that made people adore him even platonically, and his cooking that Yuri savors all the time.
The younger Briar was about to address that when the phone rang. Anya, who was still oblivious to her surroundings while playing with Bond, turned to look at her father who went to answer the phone.
“Hello, this is the Forger residence.”... “Yes”... “Yes, I understand, I'll be there.”
Loid let out a tired sigh, something Yuri rarely hears from him, there's also that heart wrenching scent of a troubled omega, that bothers him. He planned to quit SSS after the war, but now he’s thinking of investigating the hospital his brother-in-law works in. They tend to overwork the omega, and everytime Yuri is there, he looks so exhausted.
He didn't notice how fast Yor got onto her omega’s side to comfort him. Yor put a palm against Loid’s cheek which he leans into almost heavily, as if he wants to merge with Yor’s hand.
‘Maybe he doesn't really want to go to work today.’ That's what Yuri thinks, but Anya knows what is going on. It wasn't the hospital it was her papa’s boss lady and her papa wouldn't come home tonight, her papa will be gone and Loid will die in a crash while Twilight will walk away, once again, discarding his previous mask.
She cannot look up, she wants to stop her papa, but she knows it's for the good, maybe not for her or her mama or even her papa, but it's for the good. The telepath knows how much they all love one another now, she knows the thoughts her papa has and it hurts her everytime she hears them, especially at night.
Anya watches her father take his coat from her mama, he was wearing his usual teal suit, in addition to the scarf he crocheted along with Anya and Yor , and looks as cool as he did the first time she met him in the orphanage. Anya was truly 6 now, she was now smart enough to have a grasp on their reality, the only thing that is left for their mission is to say goodbye to her agent papa.
“Anya, Loid is leaving for work now, won't you say goodbye?” Her mama calls, still clueless about the distress of her fake daughter and husband.
It took all of Anya’s strength not to cry when she ran to her papa to give him a hug.
* sob *
She hears a tiny thought that sounds like a cry, it was her papa, her papa is crying on the inside.
* I don't want to go, I don't think I could ever go back to being a spy again. *
* I love this family, and somehow, I know they love me too.*
Her papa is having a second thought about going, she just needs to show him how much she’ll miss him if he goes. Anya hugs the omega tighter, as if her life depends on it. Loid looked surprised for a second, but returned the hug immediately.
“Goodbye agent papa, I will miss you.” Anya whispered, with so much sadness in her tiny voice.
“Dont worry miss Anya, he’ll be back tonight.” Yor cheerfully smiled, sensing the sadness in her daughter.
‘He won't be.’ Anya wants to shout, but that's something she can't just say, so instead she just nods and holds Yor’s hand instead.
“Right, I'll buy that peanut cake that you want if it's still available by the time I get off work.” Loid says, giving a shot to cheer his obviously distressed daughter.
‘Papa’s a liar, but he’s a cool liar.’ She sadly thought before watching her papa close the door behind him.