21. "Daughters" by John Mayer
She had his hair, but her mother's eyes. And that beauty spot on her cheek proved that she was begotten by the beautiful woman he had once claimed for himself, and called his.
He wanted to talk to her, and often found himself scrawling out sentimental letters to her, trying to explain the truth. Inevitably, though, he would crumple the failed attempts to communicate into untidy balls, and pitch them into his fireplace.
She grew up before he knew it. He kept a careful eye on her, approving and disapproving of her decisions without her knowledge. She was his, too, whether she knew it or not. And every time he saw her smile, that dimpled smile her mother had drawn him in with to begin with, he wanted to come forward and tell her everything, but he never could.
a/n: Round three, everybody! I'm trying my hardest to get into a writing mood. I'm rereading and analyzing the GN, watching the movie again, and writing these ficlets. Let's hope it works, okay?
I love me some Comedian. Expect to see him again this time around, but I must admit, most of the ficlets this round are related to Rorschach or Dan. It's just how thing's turned out, I didn't try to do it that way. The songs just fit them.