Kye's POV
Who knew this was so hard?
Sleepless nights, piss in the face, constant crying (and if it's not crying, it's pooping. If it's not pooping, it's crying, you get the point), empty pockets from buying diapers and stupid shit that it'll just throw at the wall anyway. I feel like I could happily die now, just to escape this torment. Jordan jokes about it a lot, but I'll get him back. He's already had to put up with me delibertating on what I should call him, so we settled with Ethan. Ethan Green. Ethan cries a lot and has no sense of direction, but apart from that he's pretty normal. Jordan thinks he looks a bit like Harry Styles... Now he has a black eye. It's funny, I feel so relaxed now. I never expected this to happen, but somehow it seems pretty okay. I do have a gut-wrentching feeling in my stomach, like my insides are tied together. It's my fault she's gone. If I wasn't such a prick, this wouldn't have happened. But that's life, and there's no turning back. I wasn't even invited to the funeral, which just shows how much I've ruined everyone's lives. Maybe, in time, I'll forgive myself. All I hope for in the future is that Ethan will be able to look up to me and not be ashamed of what I've done wrong, but idolise me for what I've done right. I can dream.
I'm quite happy with this chapter, even though it's super short. It's happy, but in a sad way. I hope you guys liked it as well and don't forget to review and maybe even PM me with some more ideas. Thanks guys!