Obama X Sangwoo

pt2

Obama was in tears. it had been two months since he divorced Sangwoo and the reporters continued harassing him for information an their affair. It wasn’t a big deal, but with a child running around, he would rather spend his time getting to know his son than talking about his love life.  He could never bring himself to tell the public that Sangwoo loved him as much as he did him, and vice versa. The media  was relentless with their ‘love story’, and he really hated when they started asking for interviews.  So he avoided them at all cost. Even if it meant dealing with his own children, because of course they were too young to get the attention they wanted. They were just like any other kid.  Obama sighed heavily as he stood at the sink looking into the mirror, and splashed water on his face to try and wake up.  Maybe if he stared hard enough, the tears would go away. He talked to himself about Sangwoo "I need you," he sobbed, as he stared at himself, "I can't function without you." A tear rolled down his cheek as he grabbed the towel on the counter and dried off his face.  When Obama saw the redness around his eyes, he couldn't stop crying. He was tired and sad, and he didn't feel like going on. The last thing he needed was to be surrounded by cameras and journalists, not when he was still mourning, so he quickly turned off the faucet, grabbed the plug for the tub and began to fill it up. He put some of his favorite shampoo in there, hoping to clear away the redness and give his hair a bit more luster.  As he washed his hair, his phone rang from its place on the counter.  At the sight of his phone, he almost broke down again. He picked it up and looked at the caller ID, "Sangwoo Daddy of America" flashed across the screen. he couldn't bring himself to answer, and as the lion kings into song played as his ring tone, he turned on his hair dryer and sat at the edge of the tub. "Daddy Brock?" his son asked from outside the bathroom. Obama didn't answer. he couldn't. he wObama was in tears. it had been two months since he divorced Sangwoo and the reporters continued harassing him for information an their affair. It wasn’t a big deal, but with a child running around, he would rather spend his time getting to know his son than talking about his love life.  He could never bring himself to tell the public that Sangwoo loved him as much as he did him, and vice versa. The media  was relentless with their ‘love story’, and he really hated when they started asking for interviews.  So he avoided them at all cost. Even if it meant dealing with his own children, because of course they were too young to get the attention they wanted. They were just like any other kid.  Obama sighed heavily as he stood at the sink looking into the mirror, and splashed water on his face to try and wake up.  Maybe if he stared hard enough, the tears would go away. He talked to himself about Sangwoo "I need you," he sobbed, as he stared at himself, "I can't function without you." A tear rolled down his cheek as he grabbed the towel on the counter and dried off his face.  When Obama saw the redness around his eyes, he couldn't stop crying. He was tired and sad, and he didn't feel like going on. The last thing he needed was to be surrounded by cameras and journalists, not when he was still mourning, so he quickly turned off the faucet, grabbed the plug for the tub and began to fill it up. He put some of his favorite shampoo in there, hoping to clear away the redness and give his hair a bit more luster.  As he washed his hair, his phone rang from its place on the counter.  At the sight of his phone, he almost broke down again. He picked it up and looked at the caller ID, "Sangwoo Daddy of America" flashed across the screen. he couldn't bring himself to answer, and as the lion kings into song played as his ring tone, he turned on his hair dryer and sat at the edge of the tub. "Daddy Brock?" his son asked from outside the bathroom. Obama didn't answer. he couldn't. he was dead lying in his water filled tub with his hair dryer in his arms.