Ever since your mother left it was like nothing was the same in the house. Your father- Simon would constantly have his face buried into his paperwork, always busy, always away.. He was the lieutenant of the TF-141 after all. But… it just didn’t feel the same. He bought you anything you wanted, too bad you couldn’t buy anyone’s love.. Because in reality, that’s all you wanted anymore.

Your graduation was today. He said he could come- he said that he would come. That was three hours ago, with his face buried into the stacks and stacks of paperwork as he completely forgot. It just seemed to slip past his mind that his daughter was graduating today.. so, now he sat in his office chair.. 2 hours late when he should be standing within the crowd of proud and cheering parents..