"have you left him yet?"
this story is purely fiction, with all characters involved being fictional.
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Third Person POV
The light which shone so graciously through the living room window was enough to remind Heiji that there was more to her life than her suffering.
She was more than the pain she had experienced, and she was okay with letting that part of her life go.
She had to - for him.
Not a day went by where she didn't think about the man, even when he was with her.
All she had to do was look at the photos on the fire place, the ring on her finger, and she was with him, no matter how far.
The noise coming from the living room startled the woman, placing down her coffee as she jogged to see what had happened.
"Joonwoo, what are you doing?" She giggles, walking over to her son, who was staring up at the photo of his father.
"I miss daddy," his little cheeks bounced with every word he spoke, it was Heiji's weakness. She was so proud of the son they had made.
"I miss him too," she says, crouching down beside the boy. "He misses you."
"More than he misses you?" His large eyes flutter as he looks towards his mother, the very eyes he inherited from his father, which only made Heiji all the more emotional when she looked at him.
The woman giggled, lifting the boy and placing him between her legs as she wiped the hair from his forehead. "I think he does."
Their son was wise for his age, which Heiji would like to think he inherited from her, not his father. She was sure he would agree.
He was smart for four years old, and Heiji couldn't help but feel a sense of proudness that she had done a bulk of this alone. She had raised such an amazing child.
"When can we see him?" He asks innocently, his eyes lighting up with that childlike wonder, that made her wish sometimes that her little boy wasn't so smart and thoughtful.
"I'm not sure, baby," she sighs, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "He's away for a really long time."
The little boy let's out a huff, which only makes the woman giggle and place him on his little chair as she stood up.
"Are you going to show uncle Hak your drawings when he comes over?" She crouches down, looking at the splatters of paint on the paper. "This ones really good."
"Uncle Hak is coming?" His eyes light up with excitement, replacing his previous sadness over his father. "I'm going to draw him something new."
"Okay baby, you do that," she chuckles, walking back to the kitchen.
Her life wasn't perfect, or anywhere near ideal, but she believed that things could only get better for her, if she prayed hard enough.
