please note, this is not x's dad. this is arendelas.
i hated arendela, more than her own mother did. and thats saying many things.
she was a disgrace as a daughter, even more so now.
i cant believe my love gave birth to.. that.
she was pathetic.
she always was. she had no use, nothing.
But, at the same time, i miss her.
i miss a few things actually.
i miss making her cry.
i miss having power over someone. her mother, well, she scares me, honestly. she overpowers me.
that woman is crazy, but i love her. i love her until death.
i always have.
but i didnt love what came out of her.
i didnt love her daughter, she was never mine.
by blood, yes. by heart..
well, saying this whole-heartedly,
that bitch could have died for all i cared.
and she did.

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Jugendliteratur'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)