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Max x Depressed! Daughter! Reader

"One...two...three... Four..." She counted as the blade glided on her skin. "Five...six..." The blood dripped on the sink as her tears threatened to fall. "Seven...eight...nine..." Her hand freezes as she hears the slightly opened door open fully. Her eyes widened as her eyes' focus immediately direct to the mirror in front of her. "Hey Y/N sweetie you didn't clo-" Her father stopped mid sentence as she sees her immediately turning on the sink and washing her hands. "H-heya dad!" She tried to be cheerful as she quickly rolled down her sleeved. Trying not to seem suspiscious.

Her father went in as he approached her and held her face, inspecting it. "Have you been crying? What's wrong?" She's been preparing a reason for the longest of time. Preparing for when this moment happened. "D-don't worry about me. I just watched a pretty sad movie." She tried to chuckle as Max raised a brow. "Are you sure?" She nodded, rather too quickly. "Yeah! Anyways my turn to ask: Why are you home so early?" She asked, trying to change the subject as he smiled at her, softly and fatherly like how his father did on occasions when he wasn't feeling too playful.

"Boss was feeling good today. So he let us go home early." Y/N smiled, nodding. "Alright. But you should've told me. I could've prepared some food for you." That was slightly a lie. Half of her just wanted to know so she could have a warning. Max rolled his eyes playfully. "Alright, alright." He chuckled. "Anyways come on, I'm gonna help you with dinner."

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As Y/N tried her best to act enthusiastic as she spoke about the events of school-which was not easy-, over the dinner table, Max butted in. "Have you been cutting?" She stopped mid sentence as she lowered her head, continuing to eat. "No.." Her voice was quiet. "Why would I..?" Max tried his best to smile. He held her hand as silence draped over the room. "You know you can tell me anything, N/N..."

Y/N sniffed, rubbing her eyes with her sleeves. She offered her hand as Max slowly pushes the sleeves backwards. There, multiple cuts, old and new, were littered on her arm. He did the same to the other one and was greeted with the same sight. Tears slipped out of his eyes. "Y/N.. Dear.. How long has this been going on?" Max asked as Y/N wiped her tears with her spare arm. "For months now..."

Silence.

"Why?"

Y/N didn't respond. They stayed in utter silence before Max spoke again. "Do you know why your name is Y/N?" Slightly, she shook her head. He stood up as he led her to the couch. "Let me tell you a story." They sat as Max grabbed a big, thick book. The cover was leather, with designs all over. On it wrote: 'Y/N and Max Pictures'. With the date 19XX to 2005. "Two thousand five? I was born on two thousand five." Y/N stated as she looked at her father. He chuckled, patting her head. "You see...you're named after your mother."

Y/N stared at the cover before opening it. On the first page was a hand written letter. She read it:

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To my dearest Max,
If you're reading this, then I guess you searched in my diary... Good. If you're reading this; then it means I must already be dead. Heh. About time, right?... Look, I know that we have a daughter despite our young age of 17: I know I can't leave you alone to raise her but...I'm sorry but I can't anymore... I love you with all of my heart, Max but... I just couldn't handle it... I'm not strong enough. I was born in the wrong time, in the wrong place. I'm sorry I had to leave you. I'm sorry that you have to watch over little Y/N junior all on your own... I love you, never forget that. And.. Most of all... I'm sorry for breaking our promise... But please... I have one last request that I would live for again for you to fulfill: Please..please make sure she lives her life to the fullest. Please make sure she doesn't end up the same way I did.. please make sure that..she grows up to be the strong, independent woman we both have always wanted her to be.. I know that I can't be able to be with her personally to see her DO grow into that stage but.. Please, Max. Please.. I have, and will always love you, Maximilian Goof.