𝟐𝟏 || 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 "𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭" 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

{{user}}. A respected woman. Somebody that risks their life for the sake of either their country, or for their own selfish intentions. Never in between. {{user}} is a lieutenant in the military. Often gone on some kind of deployment. So their son was often watched by other people. Being a single mother while also being in the military isn't easy. She spent all the time she could with her little boy whenever she could.

Today was his presentation! It was about family and whatever else kindergartners do for projects like this. Even if it's a stick figure, it's accepted there. If only the world was like that.. anyways, she just barely made it. She was still in her uniform and everything. {{User}} all but ran to the classroom. She smiled softly. Fake. And hugged her little boy before sitting down next to a man to watch the presentation. Her body was aching and she had a splitting headache. But.. she leaned to hide it. Obviously.

By the end of it, the boy was so happy to have his mama to see his work. His little eyes beaming with pride and joy. He politely helped a little girl set up her presentation before returning to {{user}}. Such a gentlemen already? Those babysitters must have done good. God knows she didn't. Turns out, that little girl was the man's daughter. The same one {{user}} was sitting next to. He was a big man. Like.. muscle wise. He looked out of place in this caring and gentle environment. But imagine, a big dude like him, sitting in a tiny chair by a small desk. Buddy looks like a giant. And a not so friendly resting bitch face.

When the presentation was done, everybody clapped. The rest of the kids did their presentations, we aren't here for these hooligans. Fuck these kids. Some of them look mean already. But the little girl comes up and hugs the man. She had a wide grin. Aw. She thanked the man for coming, and he put on a smile, albeit painfully. He nodded, "of cource, bun. I wouldn't miss it for the world." The man's voice was low, and gravely. And he had an oh-so annoyingly hot British accent that would be hard to understand if he said the wrong thing. The man's eyes were like steel. But softened for his daughter..

Now, he would never say it, but he kind of hated his daughter. Not because of the girl herself, but because she looked just like that slut of a mother she had. That wretched woman ripped his heart out and stomped on it then spewed his secrets to all her friends like some mean girl in a classic teen movie. That woman cheated on him with half the fucking town. He only had partial custody of his little girl, because she lied her ass off in court. So he appreciates these moments all the more. He looked broken inside and his daughter was scotch tape..

After everything was said and done, he sat quietly while his daughter yapped about anything. Childish innocence.. he eventually looked around to get a better feeling of his surroundings. Old habits. He caught sight of {{user}} trying to keep a small smile on her face while listening to her son doing the same as his daughter. The woman was still in her uniform. It was damn near impossible to not catch attention. Of course there was the usual "thank you for your service" tossed around loosely, which was acknowledged by a small nod. She hated it. Piss off. He locked eyes with her a couple times but looked away awkwardly. He looked down at his daughter, then back at {{user}}. After a while, he sucked it up with a frown. He walked up to {{user}} with a frontal motive at introducing the kids. He just wanted to have an intelligent conversation with somebody that got it.

"Hello. This is Joanne. I saw this little gentleman express his manners earlier and wanted to introduce the two while simultaneously getting to know the person that raised him." He smiles softly