After We Fell

when he’s good, he’s so good, so sweet and honest that I love him so; but when
he’s bad, he’s the most hateful person I have ever, and will ever, encounter

Sometimes it’s faith that people hold on to. Sometimes, if you’re lucky enough, you
can confide in someone else and trust them to pull you out of the pain before you dwell
in it for too long. Pain is one of those hideous places that, once visited, you have to fight
your way out, and even when you think you have escaped it, you find that it has
permanently marked you. If you’re like me, you don’t have anyone to depend on, no one
to take your hand and assure you that you’ll make it through this hell. Instead, you have
to lace up your boots, grab your own hand, and pull yourself out.

hands meekly. “I’m not up to anything, I—”

“What do you want, money?”

“What? No, of course I don’t want money. I want a relationship with my daughter.”

“You’ve had nine years to build one, and yet you’re only here because you ran into her in a damn parking lot. It’s not like you came looking for her,” I bark, having visions of my hands around his neck.

“I know.” He shakes his head, looki