Ever since I was little I hear the same thing "You have your father's eyes"
Blue, very blue. Determined, cold. Some people say mine are ice blue. His are just cold.
My father works hard. I admire that. He does what he's good at, and he's very good at being a lawyer. We're plenty rich. And that's what matters to him.
My father used to play hockey, he was never really that good. He tried to get my brother to be, but he was never graceful on the ice.
So I was my father's last hope. I was practically skating from the moment I was born. And I loved it. I loved skating with my face being bitten by the cold. Skating even though my mother is begging me to come in, I'll get frostbite. I really love it.
My father watches me from the window of his home office. He works there when the office kicks him out. My father doesn't really do much.
I watch him sometimes. He don't love being a Lawyer. He loves Hockey.
I sometimes look into his eyes, I see regret.
I don't want that in my life. So that's why I skate. I love it. And I'll do what I love even if it doesn't pay.
Because I don't want regret.
Disclaimer: Dun own it.
Author's notes: Hey all! Wanted to explore Adam's relationship with his dad without Banks angst.