The deciding shot

Chapter 20

As I was asked to eulogize my father, I can up something that I deemed fit.

All of his friends and family were there, sobbing, grieving. Not even bothering to ask myself or brother how we were. How we felt with our father, our hero/savior, gone. Just fucking dead.

"To all those who my daddy well, knew he was a very stubborn man and a very kind, caring man. He loved my brother and myself alongside Alenka and his family and friends. But I'm not here to make a sad speech, I'm here to make a happy one, one with my daddy.

"Daddy was my hero, I looked up to this man with great ambition. He saved my life countless times, but it wasn't because he was obligated to, frankly he never was. He saved my life because he loved me. And I love him.

"Daddy's not gone. He's in our hearts, heads, our memories. So please, keep him there. Don't forget Robert Ferinde." And I know, I am a high school student and I call my dad "daddy" so what?

I said my thank yous and such and finally went home.

When we got home, I saw a note... A fucking heart breaking note:

Baby, I'm sorry. But I have to leave. Mum wants me back at home, I love you. I'm sorry.

~Ashley

I cried. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to see her... I've lost everything... And now I've managed to fuck up and bad.

I'm not allowed to see her. And what hurts the most is I can't couldn't even if I wanted to see her...

If I wasn't broken before... I am now...