if bella or noel read this, your way better at writing then i am :)
written by;amber
ship;?
warnings; none
requested; no one
this is short and made me cry bc i'm soft but it won't make you cry bc it's bad..
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JONAH had just finished his job working at a cafe, and he was ready to close. he turned the 'open' sign the other way around to 'closed' he ran his fingers through his hair looking around
'this place is a mess' he sighed and walked over to the storage room
"dad, is that you?" corbyn asked from behind the boxes
"yes. it's me, you can turn everything off now" jonah said grabbing a broom.
he carefully brushed the broom against the floor trying to get as much dirt or paper, as possible. once he had finished he headed towards the light switch
"corbyn come out" jonah called out waiting for his son to come out
"here dad!" he came skipping out with a grin plastered on his face. jonah picked him up and walked to the car
"do you like the playroom, corbs?" jonah asked his son
"it's was nice. i wish i could have saw it" corbyn frowned
"oh corbyn"
jonah sighed as he buckled corbyn into his baby seat
"will i ever get my vision back dad?" corbyn asked his dad looking up to where he thought he was
"hopefully"
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