mats & iris || mats hummels [completed]

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11.

"Mats?"

"Yes, liebe?"

"Remember when you asked about my dad?"

"I remember."

"I never got close to my dad. We acknowledged each other, but no conversations. I think him working hard was his way to express his love. Around a year before he died, he got hooked on smoking. It was bad. It was so bad, Mats. He would sit down on the porch every night for hours and smoke god know how many packs of cigarettes. My main memory of him is looking at the window and seeing his silhouette and the smell of cigarettes."

"He didn't leave me. I left him."