Flippy x Pop (A Monster In Love)

Confession

Pop's POV

I couldn't quite understand what happened last night. It was almost a blur to me, when Flippy ran outside of my house.

I haven't forgotten that memory in my head. Of Flippy tripping himself down and landed on top of me. It was unexpected of him to be that clumsy.

However, the look of his eyes, it was definitely glowing towards mine. A green-yellowish kind, that I never knew he had.

I only thought of his regular black pupils. Nothing else more than that. But those eyes of his....I couldn't stop thinking about it.

They looked...beautiful to me, in a way I wouldn't thought of Flippy like that. it made me feel a weird sensation inside my chest.

The feeling of something new to me. I can't quite explain it, it felt light like I was flying as a bird.

Being finally free from its prison. That sort of stuff, happening to me. It felt pretty good, in a way that I used to have....with....my wife.

A long time a go. I never stopped thinking about her. I really missed her so much. That she almost reminds me of my son Cub.

Just like her. Kind, caring, loving, outgoing, a little stubborn....all of it. It still hurts me more to now see her gone, and be with us anymore.

She was the light of our lives. A very beautiful and good loving mother and wife to me and Cub. It never goes away, those wonderful memories of her.

Whenever she was pregnant with Cub, I thought she would have been a good parent for him. A very wonderful one, that any husband or kid would ever want in their lives.

And she did, I couldn't ask for a better wife than her. And a better mother for Cub either. She was our own angel, an angel who guided us from our rights and wrongs.

An independent woman. That can defend for her own self without anyone telling her to. She was a god damn feisty and gorgeous person to be with. I was very lucky to have her.

....I just wished things would have changed differently. For our future, and for Cub. If she...lived longer of course.

The thought of it, made me feel like I would honestly be dreaming inside of my own head. If she didn't died from being sick all the time.

I would sometimes blame myself for it. For her death, because I couldn't do anything to make her feel like her old self. And she knew it.

But would always tell me that it really isn't. Which I do take her word from. Though, it really doesn't change my mind of her dying into my arms.

Where she took her last breath of air, and be gone from this world. To be in peace, and leave me and Cub alone.

It's really difficult now that she is gone. Taking care of Cub all by myself, while I need to go work every week. It sometimes stresses me out a bit.

But at the same time, I always think of Cub and her. Giving me the strength that I need to keep me go forward, through the hard times.

Makes me feel like I'm not that alone. And I know I have friends out there to help me when I need it, it really helps me a lot.

It makes me feel better about myself even more. Even though I don't want to bother my friends too much if they're busy with other stuff, they never hold a grudge against me.

And that inspires me to do the same thing. I would like to one day owe them, as a thanks for taking good care of my son. And I as well.

I really appreciate them. And hopefully they will too.