Maybe We'll Pretend Right Now
Prologue
She looks at me with big brown eyes, warm and glowing in the light of the stars. I know that she's the only thing left for me in this world. Without her, I would be nothing anymore. She is all I have left, the last piece of the man that I love remains in her. It shows, too, in her face, in her laugh, in everything she does.
"Daddy," she says, the familiar hum of her voice breaking my train of thought.
I lift my eyes to meet hers. She's kneeling by Vic's grave, as am I, flowers scattered around. I know what she's going to ask me when she reaches out her hand to touch mine.
"Will you tell me about my other dad, just once more?"
I lower my gaze and reach out my hand to trace my fingers along the words engraved onto the headstone.
Victor Vincent Fuentes
1983 - 2021
Gone Too Soon
I return my line of vision to my daughter, who is twisting the stem of a flower around in her fingers.
"He was twenty-four when I met him," I finally say.
My eyes are met with the big dark eyes of our daughter once again, and so the story begins.
"Daddy," she says, the familiar hum of her voice breaking my train of thought.
I lift my eyes to meet hers. She's kneeling by Vic's grave, as am I, flowers scattered around. I know what she's going to ask me when she reaches out her hand to touch mine.
"Will you tell me about my other dad, just once more?"
I lower my gaze and reach out my hand to trace my fingers along the words engraved onto the headstone.
Victor Vincent Fuentes
1983 - 2021
Gone Too Soon
I return my line of vision to my daughter, who is twisting the stem of a flower around in her fingers.
"He was twenty-four when I met him," I finally say.
My eyes are met with the big dark eyes of our daughter once again, and so the story begins.
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this is my attempt at a nice unique interesting story ok enjoy