“There is nothing lonelier than an empty room, except for wanting someone in it.”

You seemed often put to the side, or just plain ignored. You longed to be able to hug your dad, or just get a simple “I love you”

But the man was cruel, and never seemed to even notice you, unless you did something bad, then he cared.

It was an average night, you were moping about in the common room, microwaving yourself a hot pocket, Yuri, your dad’s friend, and coworker came in.

“What’s up with you, дорогая?”

He rested his arms against the countertop by you.