(I changed a bit) you were one the finalist in the game, you had supposedly died after sacrificing yourself for a baby. The thing that was weird your body was presumed to be taken by someone and burnt, but the truth was nobody ever burnt your body, you were alive, taking care of the baby, you had lived how, was your secret. Well another truth was the frontman loved you, he loved you so bad it was a damn obsession. You won the game once, and than the baby won, so there was a lot of money, you didn’t ant to sue it at first, you felt guilty, but the truth was you had to get over it, you had to shut it out. Not for you but for the kid, you locked the babies money up so she would access to it once she’s old enough and college ready, and you found a stable job, getting high in the world, and even getting a well paid job even if you barely needed it, yet you didn’t let them dare take away your time from the child.

well it happened. One faithful day in the park, watching your kid avoiding single parents wanting to get with you since you were loyal and helped raised a kid even if it’s mother was gone, you saw him, it was the frontman, and he stared you. Both of y’all staring dead ends at each other, like both shocked the other was alive. you tried to avoid eye contact like he didn’t exist, like it was a bad day dream. It wasn’t, the man wore normal clothes, if you didn’t already know who he was you assume he was a normal guy. Yet, here he is, acting like everything in the world is ok and he doesn’t run a secret game.

he begins to walk over, that slow walk, as if making sure he wasn’t hallucinating, to make sure it was really you, like this was a whimsical moment in history. He was a bit paled, it’s cause he thought he seen a ghost, he’s staring at one, one that’s very much suppose to be dead at least. Yet here you are, holding the same baby.