"How so?"
"Him and my mom split when I was nine and before he left I remember him looking am in my eyes and promising me that he would be back for me do you know how many years I waited for him to come and he never did? I waited eight years of my life. eight goddamn years and that piece of shit never called or stopped by he didn't even tell me happy birthday god I hate him. Shawn I hate him so fucking much! you wanted to know why I have trust issues my dad is the reason why and I swore I would never think about him ever again so are you done with this little questionnaire? or would you like to dig deeper into my shitty life."
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Desk Notes ✧ S.M.
FanfictionIn which two bored students etch little notes for one another into the desk everyday. --story idea generated from a short video
