The Morning
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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., nov. 17, 2017
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*this story will contain prostitution, drugs, and overall a triggering subtext. I suggest if you don't like any of this you don't read it* whole story based off of The Morning by The Weekend ------------------------------------------------------ maybe everything could have been different. maybe if we were two entirely different people. maybe if you didn't grow up with your dad. maybe if you weren't friends with Michael. maybe if i hadn't left when i did. maybe if i wasn't so impressionable. maybe if you didn't drink so much. maybe we could have been saved. maybe we would be happily married. maybe we would have a little boy. maybe if i had loved you harder, maybe if i had stayed just a little bit longer, maybe if you didn't hit me, maybe if i had saved myself like i promised to all those years ago. maybe just maybe you would still love me. maybe if you still loved me i wouldn't be dead.
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Do you remember me?" He asks, looking into my eyes and I just stared at him confused, then shake my head slowly. "Sorry, I don't know who you are." I reply and get ready to walk away but he grips my arm softly and turns me back to him. I finally looked into his eyes...they looked so familiar.. his facial features, so familiar, his smile. "Its me, baby." he let's out desperately and I squint my eyes trying to figure it out, his voice drawing me in as I slowly began to realize who this man was. "Its, Daddy." he says in an ever so soft voice, and it felt like everything around us froze as if it were just me and my father. Without saying anything, I launched forward and embraced him, holding on tight like my life depended on it. You finally came. "Daddy, I love you." Then my vision started hurting and I fell into my father's arms, my body felt cold and wet, completely numbing out. I could see blurs off people rushing our way and I could hear gasps and my name being repeatedly shouted. I couldn't respond, I couldn't react, and I lost all hearing and I could only hear ringing turning into silence as I stayed in my fathers arms, cold out. It hit me, I'm dying. With my littlest bit of force left, I barely clenched onto my father's shirt, then free fully released it. Everything was disappearing, I slowly dropped my eyes and all I seen now were the people closest to me, Luke, my mom, my dad, and Sara all crying, crying over me. Then, it ended. My eyes closed completely and I felt my hearts last, strong, beat until I felt nothing at all.

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