Was inspired by Warbuck's version of 'Maybe' in Annie (1982 film) I always go teary eyed at that part. And I couldn't help but think of Vlad and how this fits him perfectly with Danielle as Annie. Kinda makes they're situation sadder of what it could've been, of what it might've been, of maybe...
Almost His Baby
If there is one thing Vlad Masters felt when watching the clone-no, young girl-flying away from his mansion, it would be regret. Of not making the perfect clone, of how much of a failure she turned out to be….
Of how he didn't love her as he should have.
The billionaire closed his blue eyes and let out a deep sight emit from his throat, clenching his fists in frustration yet sagging his shoulders when realizing the mistakes that have been made. The truth clear as day staring him right in the face this whole time yet he ignored it, in favor of another thing far out of his reach and one he should not put his time and effort into when instead, he could be putting all of his attention onto her.
Danielle…
His little-
No, that was wrong.
She wasn't his little girl.
He lost his chance and now will suffer in regret of what could've been, what might have been.
Of maybe…
Maybe he'll forget how precious she actually was to him. How the very day she was created, he held her close to his chest, protectively, as though the whole entire world were about snatch her away from his hold. Maybe he'll forget her adorable antics, her sweet smile, how she called him 'Dad' with so much love and care.
How he betrayed her love and broke her fragile heart, tossing it aside as though it were nothing more but trash. Showing no care or thought over it until too late, it's over now, there's no going back.
How he took her love for granted.
How he desperately wants to go back and change what has happened, re-shape the past for a better future, for the two of them.
Maybe, if he hadn't been so obsessed with gaining the perfect son, he would instead be content with having the little girl's love.
Maybe he wouldn't be so alone.
Maybe Danielle wouldn't have betrayed and left him.
Maybe, she could've been his baby.
Oh, if only there wasn't a maybe to begin with! Than this wretched guilt and sorrow will not be here in his heart when thinking of maybes with the little girl he created. The little girl who no longer resides in this lonesome mansion, filling it no more with laughter of innocence, scurrying footsteps, or calls for 'Daddy!'
And he thinks…
How she was almost his baby…
Maybe…