Billy sighed, walking through the front door of his home. He dropped his keys on a nearby table while slipping his shoes off. He noticed most of the lights were left on. He walked further into the house, entering the living room. His eyes met yours. Well they weren't exactly yours.
Fierce (e/c) eyes shot right through him as the small body on the couch stood up. "Where were you?!" He knew he fucked up.
"My friends held me up, you know how they are. I just stayed for another few drinks. They insisted." Billy spoke up, his eyes gazing down.
"You and I both know that is a lie."
Billy searched and searched for the right words to say, but couldn't find any. He held his arms out, trying to ask for a hug. The girl stood her ground and crossed her arms. She had heard this all one too many times. Enough was enough.
"You cannot keep pushing me away after what happened to-"
"Enough!" Billy yelled out, throwing his hands up. He could already tell where this was going and he didn't want to hear it today.
Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She disappeared upstairs faster than you could blink an eye. Billy had known what he had done and as usual, instead of doing something about it, he plopped down onto the sofa and eyed the television. Some animated children's show was on, he paid no attention to it, as he grabbed the remote and turned it off.
He sat in the dark room all alone for a while, his thoughts spiraling out of control. But there was always one thing that never left his mind.
You.
You had passed away only a few months ago. He thought about you every single day, wishing it was just some cruel joke and you would appear laughing. But it never happened.
You were the light of his life. He remembered when you began dating, when you got married, when you gave birth to his child, and all of the little things in between.
You died, and left him to raise your child alone. The one thing you wished was you could live a normal life as a family, and he made it happen. You two moved away and started a new life.
Since your passing, he had taken it out on your daughter more than he'd like to admit. He didn't mean to, he just couldn't help but be so angry. He just missed you.
He stood from the sofa, making his way towards the stairs. He walked up the stairs, they loudly creaked throughout the house. He made his way towards his daughter's room and slowly opened the door, just a crack. He peaked through and saw her sound asleep on the bed, multiple blankets surrounding her.
She was the only piece of you he had left.
His eyes saddened as he closed the door. He began to make his way to his bedroom, the room he once shared with you. He entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed for a while. He slowly reached over and turned off his lamp before laying down and drifting off to sleep, knowing he'll see you in his dreams.
You watched as all of the lights in the house turned off one by one, from afar.
They couldn't know you were alive, not yet.
