He missed him. It hurt, it fucking hurt. He was gone, and he wasn't coming back. Hitoshi would only have one dad at his graduation.
i was rereading ivbe and this line just hit me. i wrote it 2½ years ago, unaware that i would be breaking down over this exact thing this winter, but about my grandparents. damn, past me done knew what would hurt. now i want to pick this fic back up, perhaps rework the previous chapters again.
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