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A world of class. A world where business surpasses feelings, emotions, love. They're all about wealth. That's all they need. They don't want anything else but money and recognition from all those other businessmen.
First class type of life. All you have are maids to serve you, rules to follow, freedom stored away in a vault; locked and kept away from you.
"For your own good."
Those corrupted minds of businessmen, not taking into consideration that not everyone would agree to their ideals. The next generation that receives their ideals, suffers and passes them down on to the next. It's a cycle.
They rule the world once they're rich, disrespect those who are poor, those in need. They look down on people who cannot reach them, forgetting their own past.
Families formed by arrange marriages, forced upon them by their parents. Business. More important than life, or should I say business is their life.
Those who cry out for help, their children who wants to run freely around the world. Expanding their field of experiences, socializing with everyone, getting to understand each class that is present in the modern world. But no.
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School, I'm surprised they sent me to a school like this. Apparently they grew up in this school too, so this is the only middle class "place" I could come to.
In a family that's only focused on wealth, business, and projects, everyone thinks that living a luxurious life is always so pleasing. My house? Oh that place is suffocating me.
Just because I get an allowance of ten times more than my classmates receive doesn't mean I love it. Having to be driven home by a personal driver; that's shit.
Think of it this way, I was born a princess and everyone else are commoners. I've been driven home by my driver, with just us, since daycare. How old am I now? 17.
"(Y/n)-chan, let's eat." My best friend Hina calls me out, standing right beside my seat with food in her hands. "It's time for lunch." I bring my eyes to the clock and she's right, it is lunchtime.
"Sorry, I was kinda zoning out." I scratch the back of my head, letting out an awkward chuckle. I always zone out. My gets a chair and places it beside my desk.
"Oh let's watch volleyball practice, just today. Your driver won't come until 6 right?" She asks me, eyes were full of excitement. Her holding both of my hands in hers.
"Alright."
I don't have a club so I don't really mind going to the volleyball club. My parents think it's a waste of time to have a club. I actually think I could enjoy it.
I don't really have freedom so I don't get to decide for myself. But even so, I could ask my parents and they say that they would consider it. Somehow they kinda do in the end.
Everyone befriends me here for being the daughter of one of the richest businessmen in Japan. They probably think I'm some royalty and that it feels great, not really actually.
We don't always hear great things about our business, there are somehow more negatives when it comes to my father. He's called a jerk or whatever.
I do not want to be called a jerk or a mind controlling jerk, just because my father's very strict with work and his ideals.
I don't really like getting involved much with my family's business. Some people think that my parents are doing dirty work, I don't know. I would love to be informed if they were.
Classes came to an end, and Hina is jumping up and down waiting for me to finish gathering my things. She probably likes someone from there.
Hina dragged me to the gym and now, we're here. The whole team seemed to be warming up.
"Hina-chan! You brought a friend, oh it's (L/n)-san." I smiled at the one who just approached us.
"Sorry if I'm a distraction..." I say, giving Futumata a small smile. "I just came since she asked me to."
"Oi Futamata, if you have time to chitchat with her come back here and practice." It's their captain, Terushima Yuji. I don't know why but he hates me.
"Maybe I shouldn't have come..." I tug on Hina's arm, feeling bad for something I'm not quite sure what. The way how Terushima addresses me, always seem like I'm a huge burden.
Their practice went on and I kind of enjoyed seeing them play. Especially him, although we don't get along for some reason.
I also get kinda energized seeing them being so carefree as they played. They're really skilled, if they were more serious, they could be stronger.
I got so in to them and I forgot that I had to go home by 6. It's already 6:45. I panicked.
"Hina, I have to go. I forgot." I tell her with wavering eyes, and a hitching breath. "I have to leave already."
I immediately ran to the front gate when she took notice of me. I got there and the car's still here. Thank goodness.
"I'm sorry for being late ma'am, I only got here around ten minutes ago." Oh okay, I'm not the one who's late.
"It's fine." I smile at him. He opened the door for me and I got in the car.
We drove home, thankfully it wasn't my fault I was late for dinner. It's usually by 6:30PM. Plus we have guests today, my father's business partners. The ones he calls friends.
I was greeted by maids as I entered our house, would've been nice to call it home— but it's not.
I was asked to shower and get myself ready for the guests. I always feel like my parents' toy, seducing the guests or something.
I was asked to wear a wine red dress, one that basically reveals skin. I feel so bare having to wear a spaghetti strap dress, it wasn't body hugging so it was I guess a little bit fine.
I was asked to wear makeup. Ugh too many preparations for this fucking dinner.
"Darling, once you're done, you go down to the front door and welcome them." My mother informs me, standing by the door peeking to see what I was doing.
"Yes mother."
I accessorized myself, sprayed perfume, wore heels (though completely unnecessary), and went downstairs.
I felt cold having to wear this dress, the whole mansion's just got to be air conditioned. I rub my arms with my hands to warm myself up.
A maid came to me and said they're coming. I fixed my posture, despite the cold, fixed my hair and readied to fake a smile.
"Welcome." I greet almost immediately, seeing them arrive. "We are delighted to have you around, I'm (Y/n). My father's daughter." I smiled sweetly at the man.
"You sure do look like your mother. I'm Terushima Rioichi." He smiled and he turned to the back, as if he search for someone. "Son come here."
I already knew who it was, there's no one else but him. I continued to smile at them, doing my best to be the nice daughter.
"Yuji, get along with the lady." His mother says and I chuckle at her remark, totally fake.
"It's my pleasure." He took my hand and kissed it. "Are you cold?" I smile a little, even if he's faking it, I really am freezing. He took of his suit and placed it around me.
"Thank you, Yuji." I smile and we all went to eat dinner.
Our parents mostly did the talking, none of us wanted to be included in that mess anyway. I'm only enjoying today since I saw a completely different side of Yuji.
He doesn't look anything like when he's in school.
"Sweetheart, he have planned for you two to wed. The two of you are of the same age, and I know you could get along." I eyed him, he just smiled, yet his eyes wasn't showing the same emotion. I smiled and nodded at what my father said.
Apparently our fathers have arranged it for their benefits. It was already awkward between him and I, now we're engaged all of a sudden.
Yuji probably hates me more than anything. I feel really awful for him, I know he wouldn't want to spend his life with me, or even have a family with me.
Our parents had to discuss something in my parents' office, and they asked me to bring Yuji to my room. I don't know what they're trying to expect from us.
"I hate your family." He suddenly says. He's on my bed, sitting at the edge of the foot of it. I returned him his suit, going to my wardrobe to get changed.
"I hate my family too." I say, looking through my nightgowns. "Before people would throw hate at us, I'm already throwing it."
"Never expected that from the princess." I turn to my side to see him leaning the right side of his body against my closet.
"Do you want to, call of the engagement by looking for a way?" I ask, turning back to my clothes.
"No words can break our engagement. So I'd have to live with it." He answers, watching me try to get my nightgown off the closet. The hanger's stuck. I suddenly felt him behind me, seeing his arm reach for it, giving it to me. He's close.
"T-Thanks. Stay on the bed, I'll get changed." He pinned me to the closet door.
"How about just strip that down in front of me? We'll be living together sooner or later." He says in a low voice, licking and biting his bottom lip. His face just a few centimeters away from mine. "Of course, it's a joke. I don't want to have anything to do with you. Or your family." He says walking to my bed.
Right, I don't get friends because I have my parents. I don't have relationships with other people because of my parents. The only one I have is Hina.
Our parents immediately made us wear our rings. It's kinda flashy, and it could get lost very easily. But we have to wear them either way.
Days passed by and words spread like fire, everyone had their eyes on us now that we're engaged. Students from school would just ask us if it's true and I'd just show them my ring.
Yuji and I agreed to wearing the ring as long as we're still under different roofs. Once we're asked to move it together, we'll be wearing it on chains as a necklace.
"Yuji, maybe we should try to call it off. I could say that—" I say with enthusiasm but..
"I don't want to." He cuts me off, not looking at me. Hands on his pockets, leaning against the fence here at the rooftop.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to."
—— About Three Years Later ——
We're now living under the same roof. We sleep in the same bedroom, on the same bed. I try to become a nice fiancée, though this is all fake.
I'm currently cooking breakfast for him. He's still asleep, he was drunk last night. I heard he was making out with a girl, and had sex or something. Someone saw them screwing in a room at a party.
Not that I'm really his fiancée, we're just an arranged couple. But it still hurts to see your man run for another woman.
"What are you cooking?" I jump, dropping the spatula on to the pan, oil jumping all over the place. I also accidentally dipped my hand in it, ah fuck it burns. "Jeez be careful." He took my hand and blew it, I pulled away.
"I'm cooking your favorite dish, just sit at the table and wait for me to finish." I say, not looking at him. I walk to the sink, bumping shoulders with him. I washed my hand.
"Are you mad?" That doesn't really matter. Concerning our fake relationship. I walk back to the stove to continue cooking. "I'm talking to you."
"No you are not. Go snd sit at the table." I tell him, annoyance and anger evident in my voice. I glared at him and he seems to be surprised.
He walks away after a few seconds, instead of the table, he went to the bathroom. I placed my hands on the edge of the counter, taking a deep breath.
There are times that we somehow come into an agreement, we get along like friends, sometimes like an actual couple. I enjoy it a lot.
Maybe I'm the only one.
Sometimes I come to him and cry whenever there's problems in school. He welcomes me and hugs me to comfort me when I'm down.
Hearing he had sex with a different woman last night, that crushed me. Maybe I was hoping for something impossible. Something not for me.
I placed the food in front of him, turning to walk away but he grabs my hand and looks at me with pleading eyes.
"Why are you mad?" I furrow my brows, looking at his face and concern was all that I saw.
"Just eat. Don't talk to me right now. I have to leave." I pushed his hand off mine. "I won't come home tonight."
I grabbed my things, going to the garage. I drive my own car and he drives his own. I'm gonna have to continue driving my own, I'm expecting too many things from him.
I'm falling for him. But we're only doing this because we were forced to. He doesn't like me.
I went over to a friend's place, they had a party going on. I immediately drank a shot of Tequila, talk about heaven.
The music was loud and there's a lot of hotties here. I've got multiple choices. I don't have high alcohol tolerance to basically three shots of Tequila and I'm tipsy.
"Well if it isn't (L/n) (Y/n)." It's Felix. "Having fun?" His hand was on my waist, and the other was on my ass.
"Maybe you can make it better?" He smirked. Bringing his face to my neck, licking my skin. He bit the strap pulling it off my shoulder, sucking the spot right by my collar bone. "T-There.." He bit and sucked my skin, his hand going up to my chest.
"You know what happens when you wear bralettes to parties, right?" He smirked, pulling my bralette down. He licked his lips, eyes full of lust.
"Get the fuck off her." Felix suddenly falls down as someone punches him.
"Yuji?!" Yuji fixed my top, placing his jacket around me. "What are you doing here?"
"I came over when I heard you were here, almost having sex with that jerk." He held my hand and made me stand behind him. "I'm not letting anyone touch you."
"And who are you?" Felix groans, clicking his tongue. "You messed up the fun. (Y/n) was enjoying it." Felix tried walking to me when Yuji pushed him away.
"Don't ever touch my fiancée again." Felix suddenly bursts into laughter.
"Fiancée? She's not even wearing a ring! Are you sure she's the right person? Can't you see how much fun we were having before you crashed it?" Yuji's aura suddenly changed. It became... It's..
"We're going home (Y/n)." Yuji turned around and pulled us out of the house.
He dragged me out of the house, saying nothing. His footsteps were heavy, he was stomping his feet. I tried to pull my hand away.
"My car—"
"Already had someone drive it home."
He opened the door to the shotgun seat, and I went in. He slammed the door making me jump on my seat. He's mad. He has the audacity to be mad.
Yuji usually drives with two hands, if he drives with one, he's pissed or annoyed by something. I scoff, looking outside the window.
I suddenly heard him sniffling. Is he crying? I glanced at him and his elbow was on the window, his hand wiping his face. He never cries.
"Was us getting along... all just for the sake of this arranged marriage?" He suddenly speaks up, his voice was quiet.
"You have the audacity to get mad." I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "You won't let me go around with other guys when you're clearly doing the same thing."
"I never went around with girls (Y/n)." I looked at him, rolling my eyes when I felt anger rise up. "Whatever you're thinking, you're wrong. I never did anything with other girls."
"Really? So last night, you coming home drunk, Higashiyama showing me pictures of you naked with a girl were fabricated?" I ask, tears were building up in my eyes, and my heart was pounding in my chest.
"(Y/n), I've never had sex with anyone.." He groaned, biting his finger to calm himself down. "That wasn't even me, that was Bobata."
"Oh shut up." He suddenly pulled over, turning to me.
"(Y/n), why would I go around with girls when I'm in love with you?"
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(Y/n) and I haven't spoken to each other for about two weeks now. She doesn't sleep in our bedroom, she sleeps in a different bedroom.
I tried making her breakfast, she pushed me away. I tried giving flowers, chocolates, anything... None got through her.
"Talk to me..." I say to her from outside her room for the 30th time. "Love talk to me... I miss you please.. I'm sorry."
"Just leave me alone."
"(Y/n), please? I love you please just— Let's talk things out. Don't call off our engagement, I love you I miss you, please open the door." She did open the door but a slap on the face was what I got.
"You love me?" She's been crying, her face, she's a mess. I cup her cheeks, wiping them but they kept on coming. "You really love me?" I nodded kissing her forehead, hugging her but she's pushing me away.
"(Y/n) let's fix this, just listen to me."
"Yuji do—" I crashed my lips on hers. "Stop—" I shut her up with my lips. I don't want to hear it, I just want her.
"I'm not stopping, I'm not stopping until you love me back." I kissed her again, pinning her to the wall. "(Y/n) love me.. Please.."
"I do fucking love you." Tears randomly fell from my eyes. "I love you."
"Then be with me, let me love you..." I cup her cheek and she looks at me with those eyes, she's uncertain.
"Okay..."
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We tried to make it work. Well it is working, it just doesn't feel right. I love him and I know he loves me too, but somehow there's just this feeling behind all of this.. Like it's not for us, we're not for each other..
It's always as if we were only put together for a reason, maybe us falling in love wasn't part of the plan. Maybe we weren't supposed to, from the very start.
"Yuji, come on let's go to Forever21." I smile at him, pulling him into the store that he doesn't want me to go to. "Love look!" I ran to a certain top and looked at him with excitement.
"It'll look good on you." He says, his voice had no sign of interest. I pout my lips, putting the top into the basket I got. The size was my fit so I didn't really have to check.
"You're lying." He pecks my lips, ruffling my hair, giving me a small smile to cheer me up.
"Everything looks good on you."
I continued to look around, he held my hand so I wouldn't randomly run to some place in the store, it was a pretty huge store.
Every time I'd go get crop tops, he has this face like he didn't want me to get those. I didn't mind him, I'm gonna wear what I wanna wear.
I didn't get a lot— no screw that. I got a lot. I've been begging him to let me come here but he keeps pulling me away from there. For some reason.
We went to the cashier to pay, I was about to give my card when the girl said he already gave his. I turned to him and he just cheekily smiled at me.
"I was supposed to pay for that." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, stealing a kiss.
"Why should I make my fiancée pay? We're going to get married soon, you're going to be my wife. I wouldn't want to make my wife pay." Blood rushes to my cheeks, I fell silent hearing him say that.
He's serious about us. Are our families serious about us too?
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I drove us back home, (Y/n) went kinda crazy with shopping. It's fine since I always held her back, plus she included me in the picture.
Things she bought were mostly groceries, she wanted to bake and learn other dishes, she's going to be a great wife.
I had to wake (Y/n) up since she fell asleep on the way home. We got the bags and went inside the house. To our surprise, it feels empty.
"What the hell happened here?" I ask immediately, seeing the maid walk up to us.
"There has been a problem between your parents and Ma'am's." (Y/n) and I exchanged looks, we weren't given any news. "Her father... has started bringing her things back home. Some of the workers were also brought to their house."
"Why? If we're going to get married, why is her father bringing back her belongings to their house?" I'm starting to get mad, what the hell did her father do this time?
"I never heard anything from my father. I told him the marriage is—"
"Your father had attacked their company. That was what I found out. I was asked to stay here to inform you."
I threw the bags to the couch, going up to the bedroom. I left (Y/n) downstairs. I can't think of anything right now.
I slammed the door behind me, I'm fuming.
My parents had warned me already. That them agreeing to the marriage definitely had a reason behind it. They told me to never fall in love. I failed.
I knew from the start, but I still went on and loved the wrong person. We were together, just so that they could bring my family down.
"Yuji? Let's talk." I hear (Y/n) say in a faint voice, she looks terrified. I looked at her with disinterest.
"What do you want?"
"I want to tell you that I don't have anything to do with this.. Between us, everything is real."
"Are you sure? Because I'm not." I don't even know anymore, I don't want to anymore. "You knew didn't you? You knew everything would fall apart."
"I told you I don't know."
"Your eyes are telling me that you knew. That you always knew that we weren't together for the benefits, we were together so that YOUR family, could destroy our lives!" (Y/n) suddenly slapped my face. "You have the audacity, to get mad and hit me on the face." I scoff, glaring at her.
"You don't trust me." She bit her lip to fight her tears. "I don't know anything."
"Maybe I don't, maybe I don't really love you. Why did I even try to? I hated you from the start, anyone insane would fall for you. I'm leaving."
"Then leave. Get your fucking ass out of this house. This is for what you paid for, keep it." She slammed cash to my chest, I didn't pick it up, I don't want it. "I wasted my time on you."
"I've wasted my life on you."
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I knew about it already. We weren't meant for each other. I watched him stuff his bags, I want to stop him. My hands are shaking. I want to hold him.
"Yuji.. Is there a way for us to stay together?" I cried, I loved him. I love him.
"(Y/n) we're done talking." He says without looking at me, continuing on what he was doing. I hugged him from behind. "Let go."
"Won't you let me hold you for the last time?" He grabbed my arms and pushed me off him, I fell on the floor. "Y-Yuji.."
"(Y/n), you're a curse to me." He completely changed. He's taken over by anger and disgust. He really doesn't love me anymore. "Don't try to stop me."
I held his leg as he tried to walk away, he kicked me off.
"Fuck off. I wish you'd die and rot in hell."
Haha... He's gone. He left me, he doesn't want me anymore. He doesn't love me. His love for me was fake, make believe... and I actually believed it.
My father had his father sent to jail. I was back home and all I meet are prosecutors, policemen, lawyers. All I see at home are papers with all the records of his family's company.
My father claimed that they stole a huge amount from us, through Yuji. I was also interviewed. I didn't answer them. I knew the truth behind everything.
I was asked to speak as a witness, as they call it. They want me to testify. They want me to give a false statement to send Yuji's father to jail.
They gave me papers to study, papers in which stores information about the truth that my father had fabricated. I don't want to testify with lies.
"His father had tried to steal from us. Your fiancé had agreed to doing it that's why you're together."
"I wish you'd die and rot in hell."
"Say this, okay? This is what his father had wanted."
Without my family's knowledge, I've met up with his father's lawyer. I learned more information. I learned more about the truth.
Today's the trial. The day where I'd testify. My father had spoken to me about everything I should say. Everything that has to be known.
I saw him. He's with my best friend, Hina. I was replaced within months. I heard they wedded already. I hate my life.
"What did Terushima Yuji try to access while you were engaged? What was his motive?" That's the fucking dumbest question ever.
"May I speak according to my will? May I speak the truth?" I looked at the judge and he gestured me to do so. "I do not have any knowledge nor does Terushima Yuji have any knowledge about this. We were ordered to wed, for the benefits for themselves."
"(Y/n) what are you—?!" I cut my father off.
"Neither the accuser nor the accused is innocent. I was ordered to falsely testify. The truth behind everything, both of them planned and have successfully stole from the other. Both even ordered to kill the other's child, which means we were asked to wed to kill."
"(Y/n) you stop this nonsense right now!"
"That is all your honor." I say. I turned to look at Yuji, smiling at his irritated look.
They took a ten minute break to discuss everything. My father brought me to a quiet hallway, hitting me until he was satisfied. Saying I was a useless child, that I should've been dead long before I lived.
I went to the restroom, I saw Hina. Her eyes widened when she saw how awful I looked like. She tried helping but I told her I was fine.
My mother saw me, and she scolded me, and hit me too. Ah talk about a wonderful family. I started to cough blood, ah the taste of iron..
I washed myself again, but blood just kept on coming. I went out only to meet my... the son.
"What kind of bullshit are you trying to do?" I rolled my eyes at him, leaning on to the wall to support my failing body. "Are you trying to play nice?"
"You told me to die and rot in hell. This.. is my way of making your wish come true." I smiled at him, walking back to the courtroom.
"I never meant that." He said, annoyance evident in his voice.
"Hmm? Really? I don't think so." I laughed. "Your words are always true."
I successfully made it back. I sat beside my mother, who slapped me once she saw me. I'm already used to these beatings.
I tried my best to stay alive. Waiting for them to announce their decision. Sucks that it's improper to have the accuser arrested after my testimony so they'll do that later, I'll be dead by then.
Blood were rising to my mouth, I hung my head low, spitting the blood to the floor. I haven't eaten just to die like this.
".......The accused will be sentenced to death." Was all I heard from the judge.
"Hey kid, you alright?" I turned to the old woman beside me, I chuckled spitting more blood to the floor. "Oh my god!"
I just smiled at her, people started to pay attention to me. My mother grabbed my hair and threw me to the chairs.
"You useless child." I know.
"(Y/n)?" Oh? It's Yuji. "What the hell?!" I chuckled. The whole place is is chaos. "Someone call for help!" I stopped him.
"Let me die. It's what you wished for. See? I'm..... drifting off.... to paradi....." se..
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I went to my father's trial. Honestly I also want him in jail, they can sentence him to death if that's what they want. My life is already fucked up.
I saw her again. She looked terrible. Bags under her eyes were very evident. She looked pale too.
"What have you done to yourself....?" I mumble as I watched her lifeless body move around the place.
I failed again. I pushed the person who was saying the truth. After we parted, after a few months.. I was forced to marry Hina. So I did. There was no reason not to anymore.
They asked me to get her pregnant, I refused. I can't build a family with someone I don't love. I can't even build a family with someone I love...
"Neither the accuser or the accused is innocent." How did she know about my father's whereabouts? "....We were asked to wed to kill." After ending her testimony, she turned to me and smiled.
We were given ten minutes. I spoke to her. She just smiled and said that she's doing this to die. Because of what I said.
There was a commotion on their side, everyone was focused on to whatever was happening. Suddenly I saw her get thrown to the chairs.
"(Y/n)?" Blood was everywhere. "What the hell?!" I went up to her and scanned her body. "Someone call for help!" I tried to carry her but she pushed me.
"Let me die. It's what you wished for. See? I'm..... drifting off.... to paradi....." Her eyes closed.
"Wait no! Someone call for help!"
But we were too late. She's gone..
—— Y E A R S L A T E R——
I've spent my life lying to myself. I failed in everything. I have a wife, children— all of them are people who are supposed to be important. But I neglected them.
"Dad where are you going?" My daughter who's now entering High School, it's her birthday today. "I kind of thought we could hang..."
"I'm sorry.. I have to go somewhere. Happy birthday." I gave her a small smile before heading out.
I managed to save the company after what happened between the (L/n)s. Both my father and hers were sentenced to death.
I always stay in my office. I don't spend time with my family— they don't feel like they're family. My phone, still having her as the wallpaper.
I'm a fucked up jerk. I wished for her death, and that's what I got. I now stand before her grave. Today's her death anniversary, sadly my daughter was born the same day.
"Why did you have to die? You knew a way out of destruction but you chose it. Why did you believe in my words? You don't deserve death.. But you received it with welcoming arms—"
"So you come here to ditch my birthday?" I turn to see my daughter, she's crying. "So for the past 16 years, you come here? Ditching my birthday...?"
"I'm sorry." I don't have anything else to say. "I know sorry won't be enough, and it'll never be enough. Did your mother tell you who I come to on your birthday?"
"No. She didn't. Dad, do you hate us? Me? My younger brother? Mom?"
"I don't hate you." Nor do I love you.
"If you don't then why are you so irresponsible? You're not acting like a father at all. I've been trying to get closer to you but you don't even appreciate anything."
"I made this person choose to die, and then a year after she died you were born. I'm guilty. Never have I ever appreciated those around me."
"Who is she?"
"You don't have to know." I smiled at her. "Now That you're here, why don't you hangout with me? I'll start trying, for you." I'm not talking to my daughter completely, it's as if I see a splitting image of you. Kinda idiotic if your soul was transferred into her.
"You would do that?" She cried.
"Of course, I am your father anyway." I kissed her forehead, for the first time in her life. "Let's go eat somewhere."
If you were here, would have I lived a happy life? If it was you, would have I not neglected my family? If it was you, would have I been able to love again?
But you're not here,
because I asked you to disappear.
I'm sorry.
I somehow made a kinda nice-ish ending. Ah fuck screw that. HAHAHAHAH anyway I hope you guys liked that, I'll write more soon. bye loves~