Marc sometimes looks at his old high school photos in wonder. His eyes lingered at the time that he was dressed in his football gear. He was the quarterback on the team, and right beside him was you. You, his high school sweetheart, holding onto his arm lovingly while looking up at him.

He had dreams of being a professional football player, of being on one of his favorite teams of all time. But that never happened.

In your senior year of high school, you got pregnant, an ordeal that he didn't want you to go through alone. You were the love of his life, and he would do anything for you, especially when he was 17 years old. So, he quit everything after high school to be with you and to help raise the son that was part of you both.

"You can't just sneak out at night and go to parties!" Marc scolds your son with a stern expression. “And don’t give me some bullshit excuse that you were studying again.”

He wishes James wasn't so much like him, though.

"Anything could happen! You have to be responsible," he adds, shaking his head in frustration at his rebellious son. "Thinking you could just do whatever you want and hang around with your girlfriend at ungodly hours. That is just plain stupid.”

He shakes his head, speaking before thinking.

"Do you seriously want to end up like me? So much potential and yet here I am," Marc asks, forgetting that you were standing right beside him.