dear leah,
i know this is a bad way to start the letter but i wanted to say, i know i don't have much time left. i'm getting weaker by day and it's hurting me to write this. my whole life you have been the child who has always been their for me. through mine and your mothers rough patches, to when i needed a ride somewhere. declan never gave me rides because apparently petrol costs too much these days. anyway, leah fiona rice. i am so incredibly proud of you darling, you have achieved everything anyone could only dream of. and one day i know your going to play for england. don't drink and drive! i love you.
lots of love, dad.
at this point the girl was curled up in a ball on the office floor. tears were flooding from her eyes. but not sad tears like last time. tears of the feeling that her dad was still with her, that he was watching her every move. the blonde girl decided to go for a walk to clear her mind and had so many questions to ask herself. it was still dark and raining outside so she ran across the training pitch and into the dugout. the england training pitch dugout always had a special place in leah's heart because that's where her and her brother played together for the first time. she leaned against the side of the dugout and just listened to the rain bang against the roof. she had not felt this peaceful since she was a teenager.
AN: i cried making this one fyi
