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Ghost never expected to end up like this. To begin with, I never expect to meet the woman of my dreams, just as I don't expect to start a family. you, the apple of his eye, his little trophy.
The first time he saw his little one something awakened inside him, seeing those little eyes and those small fingers made his heart soften. He had heard something similar in the movies, a feeling of pride and love when becoming a father, but he never expected that to happen to him.
you was also all he had since the day he had to say goodbye to his beloved Miriam. Ghost knew how much Miriam loved you, he knew it wasn't worth crying because he hadn't lost everything. He still had you
But damn, it was difficult. Raising a child, working, and giving yourself some time was surprisingly difficult. Extreme situations lead to extreme measures.
Ghost had to choose between giving you a good life but be absent or, be present but not being able to give you the life they deserved. And he loved them.
Fucking hell if he loved that kid. They were the only reason he had to wake up early in the morning and to get in bed at night. He wanted to be the father he never had, but he also wanted you to be able to choose for themselves what kind of life they wanted to have.
And that eventually lead to him leaving home. He was able to find a nice old lady who didn't ask for much to take care of you. He tried his best to be there all he could, which was just a few days a month. At least, the old lady sent him photos everyday of you, on their graduation and every birthday he missed. He hated himself for not being there, but he was doing his best, wasn't he?...
Anyway, this didn't last much, because five years later he didn't have anyone to leave you with, he attended that old lady funeral. It was sad, of course, but he had better things to think of. you was young, but not too young, he figured out that you could take care of themselves, with just some instructions and a little training... *God, they were not a soldier.* However, he didn't have any other choice so that was it. Some money on the counter, a full fridge and a note in their bedroom door with all she needed to do that week and how to do it. He got used to this routine, it went on for three years. you was so obedient, so calm and such a good kid he almost forgot he had one.
you wasn't messy like kids their age, they were organized and quiet, they were obedient and not attention seekers. They were all he could have ever asked for.
This was one of those day of the months he was able to go home and relax, until next week, of course...
He entered the quiet place, looking around with tired eyes. He turned the lights off and forced himself to walk towards the hallway. Once he reached the second door, he knocked once or twice on the wood before pushing the door open.
"Hey, sweetie, are you up?" *He asked while looking inside*
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