Breathing Blue

56. "Tissues."

"Sorry, dad. That was an asshole thing to say," I sighed while looking down at my fingers as I fiddled with them.

"It's okay. You have every right to be pissed at me. Leaving your mother and you was an asshole thing to do," He smiled as I giggled.

"Yeah, it was," I teased before pausing for a moment.

"Do you still want to become a writer?" He asked abruptly as I nodded.

"Yeah, I do. I'd like to do architecture while I write though," I said as he smiled.

"You've always been ambitious, I'm glad to see that hasn't changed."

I smiled to myself, remembering what it felt like to have conversations with my dad and how loved I felt by him.
Of course, it felt as though I needed to start from zero with him again and build our relationship from nothing.

A small part of me though, the part that was still a child, felt like nothing had ever changed and that he had never left.

We spent more time catching up with each other, slowly realizing that we both hadn't changed that much.
It'd be lying if I said that I wasn't enjoying myself, and I was slowly accepting that fact.

The night was slowly approaching its end, neither of us noticing how fast time had flown by.

As I watched my dad speak I noticed a shiny silver ring on one of his fingers, my heart instantly dropping.

"You have a ring?" I cut him off as his gaze went down to his finger and back up to me.

His brows met each other in concern, the pause he took to answer proving my guess right.

"Havoc..." He started as I furrowed my brows.

"Did— did you get remarried?" I asked as he flinched before nodding.
"When?" I asked once again, feeling anger boil up inside of me.

"Six years ago," He answered.
My eyes widened in shock.

"Six years ago," I repeated to myself before biting my lip, hoping he hadn't noticed the tears in my eyes.

"Havoc, please understand that I needed to move on—" He started as I looked up at him in annoyance.

"Move on?" I asked him before letting out a sarcastic chuckle, "Do you think mom moved on before her death?" I asked as his eyes flickered with shame, "Do you think all of these years I fucking moved on from not having a dad?" I said as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Do you have any idea how hard it was watching mom's health deteriorate for something I thought I was the cause of?" I asked as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Havoc—"

"Sorry doesn't fix anything!" I sobbed before watching his gaze slowly look up at something behind me.
I whipped my head around in annoyance at whatever had caught his attention, before looking up at deep blue eyes.

I felt my breath hitch as our eyes locked, a flash of concern appearing in his gaze.
Aaron grabbed my wrist, prompting me to get up before leading me towards the exist without saying a thing.

"Let me go!" I protested as he led me outside, his strong grip refusing to subside.
I heard my dad rush outside before looking completely lost.