"Well, that's good then."
"Dad, are you sober?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact, I am."
"It's been a while since I've had a proper conversation with you."
"I know and...I'm sorry. I-I just. Everything was piling up an-I should just stop it with the pathetic excuses. Nothing can excuse all I've done. I-I've been a horrible father. A-a horrible husband. I-it just took me a split second of soberness to realize that."
"It's okay dad. I've already forgiven you."
"Y-y-you have?"
"Everyone deserves a shot at becoming a better person."
"Thank you sweetheart. I really don't deserve that."
"I know you don't."
"How long has it been?"
"Ten years."
"S-since your mother died?"
"...yeah."
"Oh g-god. I m-missed so much and I didn't even realize."
"I wish I could say that I've been fine."
"I-I-I know you haven't. I think that deep down inside of my mind I always knew that I would have to get out of this state at some point. I-I just. I couldn't. I-I-I was addicted, Cleopatra. Addicted. I-I couldn't get out of it. A-and now that I've finally managed to I've realized how wrong I have been."
"How did you get out of it?"
"When I realized you were gone. I- I thought that you weren't coming back."
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Suicide Helpline
Teen Fiction❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be t...
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