He hasn't been himself the past few days.
Or has it been weeks?
Months.
He's been with a few women, and he doesn't remember their names. Or their faces. He doesn't even remember his own face at this point, and his ear are muffled. His eyesight was blurry, but when he went to get glasses, he was told his eyesight is perfect.
He heard something resembling a knock on the door, and mused to himself how funny of a noise a knock is. Another came, and he wondered which of his neighbors had such a keen visitor. A third set of knocks came, and he realized it sounded very close. But there was no one to visit him anymore.
His name was called in a plea, and he staggered to his feet, shuffling towards the door, puzzled.
"Finally," the woman breathed in relief. Her blonde hair was tied in a messy ponytail, and her brown eyes were surrounded by dark bags. His eyes wandered down, and a tiny baby was looking up at him. She had brown eyes as well, but brighter ones, and her hair was a few shades darker than the woman's, her lips parted in curiosity.
"Hey?"
"Her name is Emily. She's your daughter, and I am dying."
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in bloom : golden trio era
Fanfiction"if you'd like to bloom, you must leave. because everything is wilting around me." in which he loved her enough to make her leave
