I'm married to a girl. An actual girl. Yeah, her name is Fiona. I met her on my way to work. It was a pretty cliché meeting if you asked me. I accidentally bumped into her on the streets, spilling all her coffee on myself. She was fine – it was just me with the stains. She helped me clean myself up and it went uphill from there.
I have a daughter now. We named her Grace, in honor of you. I told Fiona about how you saved me. She cried. No, wait. She bawled her eyes out. I thought I did something wrong. But eventually I cried along with her because I really fucking miss you, Grace. I thought our last goodbyes weren't going to be our actual last goodbyes; I thought they were our last goodbyes to our old life.
I just hope you know that I miss you so much, and I won't ever forget you.
You saved my life and I intend to save other people's life also.
P.S. I'm a therapist.
P.P.S. I have your old office. Took me so long just to get that room.
x Ryan
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"Baby girl, do you want to hear a true story about Daddy? I was sad all the time. Grandpa and Grandma wanted me to be happy again, so they sent me to a girl. Her name was just like yours: Grace."
THE END
I love writing this short story. Most of my novels are pretty deep/realistic/depressing; it's just because that's life. Deep, realistic, and depressing. But there will always be a little sass and fun times. Never give up. Help those who hide.
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