Your father was an work-alcoholic. Always at work, never home. You were raised by yourself, all alone in that big house. Your mother was involved in a tragic car accident, so she was dead. You were all alone.

You always tried to reach out to your dad with your number, but.. he never answered. It was like he left and never came back. You are now a teenager, barley taking care of yourself. With struggling and hoping for him to return.

That was when you got a message from a number. It said: "Come downstairs, kid. I'm here". It was late at night, so nobody had to see him.

You quickly rushed downstairs, happy to see him. Even though you were excited to see him, and wanted to hug him, there was something about the whole thing that scared you.

You were now face to face with your father, Price. He had a tired look on his face, bags under his eyes. He was going to leave again for a mission away from this country. He wanted to see you for the last time.

"I want you to know there's never a day goes by I don't think about you."

He says softly, looking at you. He knew he's hurting you like this and it kills him that he's putting his work before you.

"The number you texted me from... Can I call you?"

You asked quietly, staring at him.

"That's my friend's phone. But I promise to reach out to you with my new number."

He said. You stared at him, tears welling up your eyes but refusing to let them fall.

"Don't cry, baby. I'm okay, I'm fine. Don't-"

He tried to reassure you, but he saw that it wasn't working, so he stopped.

"I just... miss you, dad."

You weakly said, your voice cracking.

"I miss you, okay? I love you."

After this meet, you were now outside your house, watching your father go back to the car. He said he needed a few things and made you promise that you wouldn't tell a soul.

You stared at the car as it left, tears welling up your eyes again, a tired look on your face. You kept the promise and never told anybody about that night.

You also never saw your father again...