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petersasteria · 6 years ago

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A Conversation

Requested? nope.

Pairing: none

Warning: just angst and death

Song Preference: A Conversation - OST Mary Poppins Returns

Blake's P.O.V

"Kids, please get ready for school now." I sigh and look at my kids who are arguing with each other whilst eating breakfast.

"Daddy, he won't give my pencil back!" my only daughter yells before chasing her brother around.

"Give your sister's pencil back. It's not yours." I say in a stern voice. It doesn't seem to work, though. I suddenly hear the school bus honking. Oh shit. My kids are going to miss the bus. I hurriedly pack their lunches and get their bags ready. I go outside and tell the bus driver that my kids won't be joining the bus ride today. He grunts and drives away.

Geez.

My wife knew how to handle these things. I guess domestic life isn't really for me. Some dads can do it, but I can't. It's difficult.

The kids are always mad at me and I can't do anything right anymore. I'm always late for work even though I always wake up early. I can't get all the kids ready for school and I can't seem to get them ready in time for the school bus which results to me driving them to school. After dropping them off, I stay in the school parking lot for a few minutes to have my weekly emotional breakdown. After that, I go to work.

If my wife were still here, she'd probably laugh at me for being so uncoordinated with house stuff.

We used to do everything together, but ever since she was gone, I felt so alone. Though, my friends would tell me that she was here in spirit and that she's guiding me. Well, it's just hard to ignore the fact that I really am alone. When something goes wrong at my job, I've got no one to turn to. My kids are growing up and I understand that they can't always be with me.

As a parent, that hurts. It hurts knowing that your child won't need you anymore, because they've got their own lives now. That's why I try to spend time them as much as I can.

My wife and I were blessed with three beautiful children. We love them so much. They're our precious little ones and we'd do everything we can for them. But I guess, it's just me now.

My eldest son is a very curious lad. He keeps asking questions and I think that's okay, because the smartest people always ask questions. It also helps a person learn more. At twelve years old, he knows more than the other boys of his age.

My ten year old daughter is a ballet dancer. She's really good, but I haven't seen her dance live. It's always my wife watching, because I'm constantly at work. It breaks my heart knowing that my daughter still hopes for me to come every time she has a show, but I don't show up. Well, she won't need to worry about that now, because I'll be the one who'll watch all her shows. Although, I still need to get the hang of tying her hair into a bun, or just tying her hair in general.

My youngest son is five years old and he's at this stage in his life where he keeps asking 'why?'. My wife used to answer all of them without hesitating, but now that it's just me who's around, I don't know what to answer him. Half of the time, I just make stuff up even though they don't make any sense. I just hope he doesn't remember them and I hope he won't tell them to someone else.

I miss having a decent conversation with all of them, but ever since my wife died, it's always been quiet. I've tried asking my children about how their day went, but they kept giving me one-worded answers.

It breaks my heart when my children won't talk to me, but knowing that my children aren't open with me, finding out that my children are closer to their mother than I am, and that my children won't even trust me? That pains me the most as their father. It pains every parent in the world, not just me.

Yet, I still love them even though they aren't affectionate towards me. We only have each other and I'm their only parent left. Whether they like it or not, I'm staying and I'll do my best to be the best father and hopefully they can treat me as a friend too; like how they treated their mother.

My wife died, because she was ill. Even though she was ill, she still looked beautiful. The day she died, after the funeral, I cleaned up a bit in what used to be my wife and I's shared room.

I cleaned up her things in her closet and everywhere. I open her drawer and see a letter in her handwriting that's addressed to me.

I don't want to tell you everything she's written, because I might cry again. But, in the letter she told me that I should carry on with my life; that I should live normally just like I would if she were still around. Well, I've got no choice, have I?

Even though she's not here to hold me whenever something goes wrong and I'm upset, I can still hear her voice in my head telling me that everything's going to be okay. She was the smartest woman I know and it's a shame that I won't even get to grow old with her. God took her away from me so early, but I guess they needed another guardian angel upstairs.

When it's my day off, I go to the cemetery to visit her grave after bringing the kids to school. I talk to her knowing that she would listen, she was always listening. I can feel her presence whenever I'm there alone or with the kids. Even though it's been a year of her being gone, there's still one question that bugs me a lot.

I'm at the cemetery now. I dropped the kids off at school and I've decided to ditch work, because I'm so tired. It's been a year, but I still can't do it alone. After all, you can't learn overnight.

I sit in front of her grave and casually talk to her about what's been happening and I just keep updating her even though I know that she's been watching us from wherever she is.

After being there for almost two hours, I get ready to leave and rest at home. I look at her grave one more time and whisper the same question I ask again and again, "Where'd you go?" but I never get an answer.

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nhcimaginesgbr · 6 years ago

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He makes you feel insecure | gs

You were playing on the piano at George’s house, waiting for him to get done in the shower. You felt someone’s hands on your shoulders and you jumped in fear. “Hello gorgeous.” George kissed your cheek.

“Hey. You scared me.” You chuckled. “How was your shower?”

“Warm.” He said. “Scoot over.” He ordered. You scooted over and let him sit next to you on the piano bench. “What song were you playing?”

“Just something I’ve been practicing for my uni audition.” You admitted.

“Ooh let me hear.” He said excitedly.

“Erm....”

“Come on. I won’t judge.”

“Okay.” You played the chord progression. You began to sing the words. You finished expecting him to clap and say he loved it but he remained silent. “So...”

“I don’t like the song.” He shook his head. “You shouldn’t audition with it.”

“What?” Your smile fell.

“It’s terrible.” He said.

“Really?” You said quietly.

“George, y/n, lunch is ready!” George’s Mum called out. George went to the kitchen and you just curled up on the sofa in shame. “Y/n, I made sandwiches. George is in the kitchen.”

“Thank you Natasha I really appreciate it but I’d rather not see George right now.” You wiped a tear from your eye.

“What did he say to you?” She gasped.

“It doesn’t matter.” You shook your head.

“George!” She called.

“In a minute Mum!”

“George Stephen Gresley Smith get in here!” She shouted causing you to flinch. “Sorry, y/n.” She apologised in a hushed tone.

“What, Mum?” He came in.

“Well you’ve upset y/n and I know that whatever you did was uncalled for because y/n is always so sweet to everyone and seeing her cry like this breaks my heart, George.” She frowned at her son. She was always very loving towards you and saw you as a daughter.

“Y/n, what’s the matter?” George rushed to your side, concerned. “What did I say?”

“I sang you my audition song and you told me it was terrible.” You cried, cursing at yourself for being embarrassing in front of your boyfriend’s mum. “My audition is in two days, George. It’s too late to choose another one.”

“Oh, y/n.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around you.

“I thought I sounded good. Y/f/n told me it was really good. I also played it for Reece and Blake and they loved it.” You explained through your tears.

“George...” his mum warned.

“Mum, I’ve got it.” He waved her away. She left the room reluctantly.

“Y/n, look at me.” George said. You shook your head stubbornly. He kissed your lips forcefully, causing you to look up at him. “Look, your voice is beautiful. You’re so talented, sometimes I wish I could be as good as you at the piano and singing-“

“Yeah right.” You scoffed.

“Y/n, I’m serious. Just ask my mum. I’m always complaint how much more amazing you are than me.” He said. “But I really don’t like that song.” His words made you cry harder. “Hey, Shh, Shh, y/n, baby it’s alright. I hate the song because it’s the song I listen to when we fight and I’m scared of losing you. The song makes me think of that and it makes my heart hurt. Your beautiful voice has nothing to do with it, darling. It’s okay.” He calmed you down. “I shouldn’t have even said anything in the first place.”

“It’s okay, George. I’m still performing it at my audition though.” You sighed.

“And I know you’ll do amazing and they’ll be rushing to accept you into their uni because you will blow their minds, y/n.” He kissed your forehead.

“Nah-“

“Yes. You better call me right after you finish and tell me all about it.” He begged. “Please.”

“Okay.” You mustered a smile.

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I decided to do a George one :)

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