Terrible Things • Michael Clifford [ short story ] » Completed «

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If you're not okay with
✖️ short chapters
✖️italics
✖️ short song based story (7 chapters)
Then please don't read.
Oh and p.s
Sad ending(I cried while imagining it okay)
Song is above (to the side) xx
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"Hey dad?" I looked up from the tv at my 10 year old son, who was extremely smart for his age... Like his mother.

"Yeah kiddo?" I sat up a little in my chair, leaning forward. The chair I occupied was actually my wife's, I sat in it often, she was rarely home now. I didn't see her much.

People say I'm insane. That she's not actually there, that I'm just talking yo thin air. But thats not true. I cuddled with her last night. I could feel it.

"Where's mum?" He questioned. I froze at the words. 3 years I've managed go avoid the question.

Hell, it's been 3 years and I still don't want to believe whats happened, happened.

Taking a deep breath, I looked down at my feet, biting my lip, gesturing for him to sit on my lap. As he did so I took another deep breath, whispering.

"She's gone somewhere kiddo."

"Where dad? I wanna see mum.. I've never seen her before, and everyone else has a mum... So why don't I?"

"Well..."

"Are you gay?"

Choking at his words, I quickly shook my head, eyes wide.

"Nononononono! I'm not."

"Uncle Luke and Uncle Ashton are. I see them kiss all the time."

"Yes well, I'm not gay, sorry."

"I don't care. I just wanna know why everyone else has two parents and I only have one."

"Well... Kiddo... You're mum... She... She's never coming back. Shes.. She's gone far away... Very far away."

"Why?"

I sighed and looked away, the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Son... Life can do terrible things sometimes..."