𐬿 𐬼 ♡︎♥︎ 𐬼 𐬿 𝙞𝙭. 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙...

❝𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙤. ❞

IT'S BEEN AWHILE since Y/N has had a conversation with her father that lasted longer than five minutes. Y/N's father, Nick, is—or rather was—an outgoing man. But when Y/N's mother passed, his light dulled. He began staying to himself more, and he was no longer chatty, or outgoing, not even with his own daughter.

The same has happened with Y/N. Now, to be frank, she was never really too sociable, but had friends, and talked with people before her mother died.

Much like her father, after her mother was gone, her light dulled. Everything around her became...muted. She barely acknowledged anything or anyone.

So, in all, both Y/N and her father were broken after her mother's death. That is why Y/N is surprised because her father just asked, "Hey, honey, can we talk?"

"Uh, sure...?" Y/N replies, reluctantly. Her father gives a microscopic smile, before coming into the girls room and sitting on her bed.

"Look, I'm sorry," he says. Y/N's brows furrow.

"Sorry for...what exactly?" asks Y/N.

"Everything," Nick started. "Ever since your mom died, I've been blocking everything out. I've been ignoring everything and everyone, including you. But her death anniversary was my wake up call."

"What do you mean?" Y/N asks, perplexed.

"I realized that I should talk to you more. I realized that people come and go so quickly. I have to cherish people while I still have time to. You could be gone so easily, and that really scares me. I don't want to miss out on what's happening in your life, regardless of how I'm feeling," Nick explained. Y/N lets a tear slip at the man's words. She needed to hear him say that. She needed to talk with him. She needed a father. She needed her father.

"It's okay. To be honest, I haven't been much better than you," Y/N says. Her father chuckles, and gives her a hug.

"I've missed you kiddo," he says. Y/N smiles, and says,"I've missed you too, dad,"

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