Two years and some change Isn't it strange? You're a full-fledged socialist I go by a new name

It had been years since you've broken up with Suna. He had also went radio silent after the departure. So, seeing him at the preschool you worked at with a small boy shouldn't cause such a pang in your chest, right?

The filthy joke that won't Burrow in the corner of your Smirking lips, I mourn it to this day

Aki was the sweetest angel you have ever met. You had grown quite an attachment to the boy in less than a month.

The story we won't tell Is my greatest fantasy The passion I won't feel again Isn't lost on me

It was a quiet afternoon, the kids already gone except for Aki who was babbling about what he and Suna did during the weekends. You wondered why Aki never talks about his mother, but you didn't want to pry either.

The son you never wanted Is the wound your father left And the mother I won't be is Probably for the best

"Aki!" Suna emerged from the classroom's entrance. You leaned back on your chair as you closed the attendance sheet.

Suna crouched down, cupping his son's face. "Sorry for being late... I was caught up with an overtime."

Familiar muted yellow orbs meet your own, he muttered an apology. Something about finding it hard to juggle time being a single dad.

You wondered if what you're seeing right now would have been the same if you stuck to one another. Would he have been a dutiful father as well? Would he have been a doting husband?

You merely smiled at his sorry. Not what I wanted, but what we need.