His last letter

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I walk up to my room, grabbing leggings and a graphic tee. I add a touch of blush to my face so it didn't look so lifeless.
Something on my floor caught my eye as I walked out of the room, I went to grab it and read it, not expecting to cry.
Dear Scar,
I know that your little mind probably can't wrap around this but Daddy is gone now. I love you very much, Sweetheart but I just wish you could speak. You were the last thing that gave me happiness.
Daddy had a little thing called Cancer, when I went through Chemo it was the only thing keeping me well and alive, along with the meds they gave me.
When I found out you couldn't talk, I asked them to take me off of everything so I could just go before it was too painful for me.
I know your mother didn't want us to tell you about Daddy's Cancer because you would be sad. But we had to tell you why I wouldn't come home for work. I love you, Scar.
Love,
Daddy
As I read the letter over, my eyes begin to tear up; I can feel my heart aching.
I put the letter back where it should've been and I leave it there as I walk over to Skylar's.

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