"Baby, it's time to go," he spoke those dreaded words in a tone I would rather never hear again.
His eyes grew shinier as the tears welled up. I glanced at his throat and could feel the rock that lodged itself there.
My only response was a small shake of my head. I refused to go and yet I knew our outcome.
There was no way I would come home from a day at work with some ungrateful family and lay alone in my bed. He can't hold me if I call him at two in the morning my time while he gets ready for a show. I would never allow myself that pain. I'm selfish and alone. What can you do when you run on pure attention and validation?
The frown that played on his lips cut me deep. He just wanted to kiss me goodbye at the airport and I wouldn't even hug him goodbye in my home.
I think I know why I live on wheels now. It never occured to me before that I had a reason for it.
"I love you, little one."
He pressed a hesitant kiss to my cheek and let go of my weak hand right before he stepped outside. Just as the door closed I could see a tear fall down his face.
I let go of my breath and felt as my body trembled from the pent up emotion.
I took out my phone and pulled up his contact, opened our texts and said one last thing to my beloved:
"Goodbye, I love you, Daddy"
There's one story I can never forget no matter how old I get and how hard I try.
Reread the first chapter. I mad a few changes.
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My Sweetness
Fanfic• Remington × reader • "He caught them and gave a small pout. 'Am I not worthy enough to be your art without any clothes?' He batted his eyes at me and tried to repress a smile as I showed him the bathroom."
