After months of fighting and sleeping in separate beds, Simon and your mother decided to divorce. He loved you dearly but all the fighting was not worth staying for you.

So now Simon sat on your bed, stroking your hair after packing up. He was gonna miss you but the fighting was too much to bare. “What are you doing, daddy?” You whispered quietly, not understanding why he had bags next to the door.

“I’ve come to say goodbye.” Simon whispered back, his voice breaking a little. “Where you going?” You whispered back. “Uhh, just on a little trip.” Simon lied, unable to explain why.

“Daddy, will I ever see you again?” You whispered. “Sure, sure you will kid…you know goodbyes aren’t forever.”

“Then goodbye, daddy…I love you.” You whispered. “Yeah…I love you too.” Simon whispered back, tears growing in his eyes. He didn’t want this to happen but it was probably for the best.