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He stood in the
shadows, hidden from sight, his attention focused on the stage in
front of him. It was a while before he found what he was looking for,
it was then that something very unusual happened, catching sight of
what he was looking for a small smile appeared on his face.
He
studied her taking in her features, she was a small, petite little
thing, her face was lit up with a smile that could melt even the
hardest heart and her eyes, he thought back remembering the last time
he had seen those deep blue pools that were her eyes. It was the last
time he had seen her, face to face now well over three years ago, he
was amazed at how much she had changed over those three years.
Her
beauty stunned him and a plague of sad thoughts swept over him as he
though of who she reminded him of.... her mother. In fact apart from
her hair, she was a blonde, she was the image of her.
He gave
a slight chuckle, he wondered what his 'rivals' thought would be
if they could seen him now even those who ' thought' that they
knew him would be dumbfounded to see him here now playing a role that
no one would ever suspect he could or would ever play.
A proud
father.
He sighed, there were many mistakes he had made in his
short lifetime instances when he wished he taken a different course
of action and things that he should of regretted, that any decent and
moral person would but didn't. But his daughter was not one of
those mistakes.
The relationship between her mother and
himself though had been doomed right from the start, the lies they
had both told each other damned the relationship before it had even
started. Both had lied or hidden some truth about themselves from the
other and in the end it spelled disaster from them . But try as he
night he could not regret his daughter or his relationship with her
mother .His only regret though was that he had done something
differently.
As the years progressed he had other
'relationships', or his share of women. But he always found
himself comparing them to 'her', the way she talked, the way she
moved, her smile, her beauty, her eyes, the way she was when they
were together, the way she made him feel when they were together. And
none ever seemed to meet the high standards that had been set before
them. .
He sometimes found himself wondering how things could
have been different, instead of hiding in the shadows he could have
been sitting with all the other parents. Playing the proud father and
the dutiful husband. He had that chance, once long ago, but
circumstances amongst other things had prevented him from taking it.
He was young and hadn't wanted to be tied down, especially to that
kind of life, he felt he it would boring and mundane and he had
relished the excitement that his life had brought him. At the time it
had seemed like the right decision but with hindsight, well perhaps
it wouldn't of been such a bad idea after all.
A fear had
been growing in him recently, recent events had lead him to think
about his own childhood, he had been to say the least, more then a
little angry at his own father for abandoning him when he was a young
boy. Would his daughter grow up carrying the same resentment for him
as he had for his father?
He remembered something that Neil
Caplan had once asked him. What had he wanted ? and he replied that
he wanted what every man wants, what he can never have. And that was
certainly the case here.
He was suddenly jotted out of his
thought by aloud burst of music, he looked towards the stage where
the young children were performing. He grazed at his young daughter
as she and her fellow classmates acted out a Thanksgiving scene, he
smiled as he watched her playing her role, the turkey. He couldn't
help but smile slightly at this. As the play went on he noticed his
daughters dissatisfaction with her part, the beaming smile that so
often played upon her face was gradually fading.
He stood
there watching her and the rest of the play for the next ten minutes
until he noticed that something had caught his daughter's eye. She
was staring out into the audience and the smile on her face began to
grow, she raised her hand and waved. It took a moment for him to
realise that she was actually waving at him, that she had recognised
him. His watched as with a new lease of life she took a new approach
to her role obviously keen to impress her father.
He stayed
for a few more minutes before deciding to make his exit. If his
daughter had spotted him it wouldn't be long before her mother did
to and that was a risk he wasn't willing to take.
His
stepped out of the hall, taking out his sunglasses he out them on.
Once again he was
a wanted man, a terrorist and deceiver to all.
TBC.......