Erik's POV
I swing myself back and forth on the swing looking into the darkness of the night where stars are dancing care freely . . . I wish I could be like them. So carefree and unaware of this cruel world's tension.
I sigh and smile to myself. I know I have to live with this pain , this guilt and these tears. There is no escape , I wish I could change things back then but I cant , not anymore.
Such a loser I am , I cant make my son sleep on my lap , I cant buy him chocolates , I cant give him piggy back rides , I cant even tell him that I am . . . his dadda .
I am just tired of being pushed around by everyone. No one wants to hear how I feel , how much it hurts me , how badly I want to embrace my son and mate but I cant . . . I just cant.
Tears escape my eyes as I look up
