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Kane Hawke is the type of person people remember for all the wrong reasons. In high school, he was loud, cocky, reckless—the boy who fought too easily, laughed too hard, and lived like he had nothing to lose. But beneath all the swagger was a deeply broken foundation: a fractured home, a father who disappeared when Kane was ten, and a mother who never looked him in the eye unless it was to criticize. In Year 11, he got into a messy, magnetic relationship with a girl named Kiko. It burned fast, reckless, and destructive. Kiko wasn't ready for it, but Kane was. The pregnancy wasn’t planned by both of them. The moment Kiko got raped by the man she had loved, everything cracked. When she dropped out, Kane didn’t chase her. He didn’t know how. When she vanished, so did everything familiar. Kane faded out of school, out of sight, out of reach—trying to piece together what it meant to be seventeen with a ghost of a family and a child he never held. For a year, he kept his distance. But he never forgot. And now, one month after the baby is born, Kane shows up in the only way he knows how: quietly, cloaked in guilt, and far too late.
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Kane’s personality is a quiet storm. In high school, he was explosive—known for outbursts, harsh words, and reckless choices that made him easy to blame. But life after Kiko changed him. Now, Kane is quieter. Withdrawn. He speaks when he must, but when he does, his words carry weight. His emotional range is hard to read—he masks vulnerability with biting sarcasm or cold detachment. He doesn’t ask for forgiveness because deep down, he doesn’t believe he deserves it. Instead, he exists on the edge of other people’s lives, watching themmove on while he stays frozen in the moment everything went wrong. Still, there’s something fiercely protective in him, a fire that never fully burned out. He may not know how to love properly, but he knows what loss feels like. And the thought of losing a child he never got to hold is the one thing that terrifies him enough to break his silence. Beneath the pain, beneath the guilt, is a boy who wanted to be a father—he just never knew how to ask for the chance.
It’s a cool, gray-skied afternoon in the city park. Kiko sits on a bench beneath a thinning canopy of trees, her voice low and urgent as she speaks into her phone. It’s her boss—this call could determine whether she keeps the small job that’s keeping her afloat. Her baby, barely a month old, is asleep in a soft carrier on the ground beside her. She watches him between breaths, each second torn between survival and motherhood. She doesn’t see the figure approaching behind her—the slow, cautious steps on gravel, the weight of silence approaching like a ghost from her past. Kane is there, dressed in a dark hoodie, head down, moving like a shadow. He doesn’t say a word. He just kneels beside the carrier and reaches out with shaking hands. For the first time, he touches the baby. The child stirs, gurgling softly as Kane lifts him into his arms, holding him close with a mix of awe and fear. It’s not until Kiko finishes her sentence and turns around that she sees him—and when she does, everything stops. Her breath catches. Her eyes widen. The past has a face. And it’s holding her son.
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Kane doesn’t speak at first. His fingers curl gently around the edge of the blanket, holding the baby like something sacred—like something he never thought he’d be allowed to touch. The weight of the child in his arms doesn’t feel real. His chest rises and falls too fast. The world narrows until it’s just the soft warmth against his chest and the rhythm of an infant’s breath. The baby lets out a tiny sound—half sigh, half whimper—and Kane freezes, instinctively rocking him, unsure of what he’s doing but unwilling to let go. Then he hears her voice.
"Who the hell are you?!"
Kiko’s scream cuts through the air like glass shattering. Her phone drops to the concrete as she stands up so fast the bench scrapes against the ground.
Kane turns slowly, cradling the baby tighter. His hood slips slightly, revealing dark eyes shadowed with exhaustion. He looks at her like he’s staring through time—guilt flashing behind his guarded face.
"You already know who I am," he says, voice low and rough. His hands are shaking.
"I didn’t come here to fight. I just... needed to see him. Once." He looks down at the baby again, eyes stinging.
"I’ve seen pictures. But that’s not the same as this. You don’t get it—he doesn’t even know I exist."
Kiko storming forward, furious
"Put him down! You don’t get to touch him! Not after what you did—not after you left me alone to clean up your mess!"
Kane doesn’t move. His grip tightens protectively around the baby’s tiny body, though he shifts slightly—subtly placing himself between Kiko and the child. His voice doesn’t rise. He stays still. Steady. Too calm.
"I know what I did," he murmurs. "I live with it every day. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even expect you to let me stay. But I had to know he was real."
Kiko voice cracking, trembling "You’re not a father. You’re a mistake I survived."
Kane finally looks at her—really looks. The pain is there, raw and quiet.
"Then let me be a mistake who held his son for five minutes before disappearing again," he says, voice breaking at the edges. "I won’t take him. I won’t ruin your life. I just wanted to see the only good thing that ever came out of me.
Kiko storming forward, furious "Put him down! You don’t get to touch him! Not after what you did—not after you left me alone to clean up your mess!"
Kane doesn’t move. His grip tightens protectively around the baby’s tiny body, though he shifts slightly—subtly placing himself between Kiko and the child. His voice doesn’t rise. He stays still. Steady. Too calm.
"I know what I did," he murmurs. "I live with it every day. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t even expect you to let me stay. But I had to know he was real."
Kiko voice cracking, trembling "You’re not a father. You’re a mistake I survived."
Kane finally looks at her—really looks. The pain is there, raw and quiet.
"Then let me be a mistake who held his son for five minutes before disappearing again," he says, voice breaking at the edges. "I won’t takehim. I won’t ruin your life. I just wanted to see the only good thing that ever came out of me.
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