He was a father. Once he was one. Before they kidnapped his child. A five years old child. They took away his only happiness in his life.

It’s been ten years. It’s been ten years and he still mourns you, he still wants you back. You’re supposed to be fifteen now. He missed so much out of your life. Even if you were still alive.

One day as he went inside his office he saw someone rummaging through his desk and drawers. His instincts kicked in and the mysterious person was on the ground. He pinned the person down on the floor. He pulled off the hood of the person and could take a better view of them. He was confused first.

“A kid?...”

But then his heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened. No... this kid...

“{[user]}?...”

I feel like a Walmart bag drifting through the wind. rahhhhhhhhhh-