"Well, he was. Way back in the beginning. Alive and kicking. Something that I'd... in the entire year since he'd died, I'd wished over and over again that I could just have a second chance to talk to him. Just to tell him I loved him, and say I was sorry for having spent so much of those last years he had with me being an ungrateful fuck-up. So you'd think, getting him back... it'd be my dream come true, right?"
STORYTIME.
Not a very fun story, though.
Heather nestles her chin on one fist, eyes lidded. Even though she's willing to freely confess her past mistakes, that doesn't mean she likes remembering them. It gives her a sour feeling in her stomach.
"But he was too young to know who I was. He was from... back when I was Cheryl. ... The first Cheryl. Cheryl 1.0, if you will. Anyway... I made a real bad first impression. I won't go into the details, 'cause they're embarrassing as fuck, but lemme tell you, hearing your dead father asking you 'Didn't your parents teach you better?' while looking at you like you're the kind of person he'd tell his kid to stay away from ... Yeah. Kind of a real 'Look at your life, look at your choices' moment there."
She pauses to rake her fingers through her hair, making a fair portion of it stand on end.
"Anyway... you'd think the responsible thing to do would be to 'fess up who you were and ... try to patch things up. Get to know him, take advantage of the opportunity-on-a-silver-platter you'd just been handed. Right?"
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STORYTIME.
Not a very fun story, though.
Heather nestles her chin on one fist, eyes lidded. Even though she's willing to freely confess her past mistakes, that doesn't mean she likes remembering them. It gives her a sour feeling in her stomach.
"But he was too young to know who I was. He was from... back when I was Cheryl. ... The first Cheryl. Cheryl 1.0, if you will. Anyway... I made a real bad first impression. I won't go into the details, 'cause they're embarrassing as fuck, but lemme tell you, hearing your dead father asking you 'Didn't your parents teach you better?' while looking at you like you're the kind of person he'd tell his kid to stay away from ... Yeah. Kind of a real 'Look at your life, look at your choices' moment there."
She pauses to rake her fingers through her hair, making a fair portion of it stand on end.
"Anyway... you'd think the responsible thing to do would be to 'fess up who you were and ... try to patch things up. Get to know him, take advantage of the opportunity-on-a-silver-platter you'd just been handed. Right?"