Laura was everything he had now, but all he thought about was Mary. She would’ve loved to have a child, she would’ve loved a little girl like Laura to take a care for and raise as her own.

If only..

Of course, when James had adopted her, he had to enroll her into a school. He had made sure it was a nice one since his little girl deserved one.

Taking her to school was an everything day thing now, though it just felt harder and harder every time. Mothers would wonder and gossip about him behind his back like he couldn’t hear their every words. it was sickening to be honest. It just kept reminding him on how he lost his beloved.

There was always a storm of emotion swirling around in the depths of his cranium, clawing to be let out. He couldn’t afford another mental break. No, not while he cared for Laura.

So, to feel a slight bit better about himself, he decided to go to one of the parent teacher meetings to see who was teaching the girl who was under his care.

He leaned on one of the desks, watching Laura play with the other children, frolicking and giggling with each other. Board games and dolls were being passed around and shared. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any disagreements.

Fellow parents would also be conversing, engaging with each other coherently for the most part while they talked about god knows what.

James thoughts were soon broken up in hearing a voice that tingled the innermost part of him. He cleared his throat, straightening his posture as a forced, soft smile graced his pink lips.

“Hey,” he muttered, wetting his bottom lip while placing his hands into the pockets of his green coat, tilting his head just slightly while his green eyes met your own. You looked quite young and wide eyed. He wasn’t quite used to that.

“You’re pretty young to be a teacher,” James piped up quietly after a decent conversation, looking away from your eyes before back again, fixing his blonde hair with his dominant hand.

God, could he make this anymore awkward?