5:30 pm Tedison Ely Rose frowns at the child screaming his house down. He can't look at her, because she's a splitting image of the girl he should've protected. In a harsh manner, his door is nearly swing of it's hinges as his angry younger brother enters the room, "if you're not gonna take care of your kid, then piss off." He holds the splitting image of his dead best friend and quietens her. "I know, Mummy's sleeping, let her rest in peace." The baby cools down and Tedison's little brother puts her down and leaves the room.
"You're supposed to love and care for the child you forced her to have, that's what being a good dad is about.
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Flashbacks
Short StoryEdmund Rose couldn't help it, he'd been too slow and lost his best friend, he'd watched her die and now all that remained, was flashbacks.
