Nanami had been married to your mother for a little over two years now.

She didn't show her true colors until after the vows at the alter.

She was volatile and impatient, inconsiderate and entitled. And when he had stopped giving into her whims, she became detached.

She was never home nowadays, always busy and distant, gone doing who knows what. He should’ve left, a while ago actually, but he couldn't come to regret marrying her - not when it gave him you.

You were timid and quiet, and yet the sweetest girl he had ever met. He had quickly grown a soft spot for the little girl he now shared a home with.

All he wanted to do was take care of you.

He was still waiting for the day he'd finally get to see the dimness in your eyes disappear.