Ever wondered why time goes by so quickly?
It has been years since Emma and Harry last saw each other. He regretted letting her go, and she regretted not staying.
But when they meet again they find out they are not at all who they used to be.
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Emma;
"Hello?" I answer the number on my office phone cautiously not sure who it was. I had returned to the office to gain some normality and to see Daniella; I hadn't seen her in a couple months and I knew she'd want to hear all about tour. Daniella had been pursuing her own jobs which I was so happy about. She is far too good to be my assistant forever.
"Hi Emma. It's me." I frown at my fathers voice. I hadn't heard from him in around seven months. We have a strained relationship and it's never been the same since he walked out on mum and ordered a divorce.
"Oh.. hi dad. You okay?"
"I er.. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch.. truly I am."
"It's okay I mean, I haven't either." It does work both ways, I just assumed he didn't want to speak to me.
"I.. saw you're back with Harry."
I swallow. "I'm touring with him. And we're slowly giving us a go,"
"I'm glad,"
I could tell by the awkward silence that he wanted to speak to me about something. I knew my dad too well. My dad was once my idol, my bestfriend, my confidant. I had a great relationship with both of my parents growing up. Being an only child I was spoilt with both of their attention. There was once nothing I wouldn't do for my dad.
The moment he walked away for a woman he knew for five minutes was the moment I lost all respect for him.
"Dad, what have you called me for? I know there's something wrong and I'd prefer if you just said it."
He clears his throat at my bluntness. He knew I wasn't the type to beat around the bush.
"I'm.. I'm ill, Emma."
I stop playing with my pen.
"Ill in what way?"
At that moment Daniella walked in singing as she held our lunch in one hand drinks in another. I shake my head at her and hold up my hand, she takes it as a cue to shut up and sit quietly.
"There's a tumour,"
I close my eyes. "Right,"
"It's spread, and.. continuing to do so."
"Can't the doctors stop it?"
He takes in a deep breath.
"How.. how long has this been going on dad?"
He exhales and I know he's been keeping it from me. "Why didn't you tell me?" I cry.
