Just like the old times

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"Goodnight, BoBoiBoy."

"Goodnight, dad."

BoBoiBoy watched as his father fell asleep on the bed across him and sighed. It was childish, but he wished he could sleep beside his father again just like the old times. He had been deprived of it when he was young because of his father's work in TEMPUR-A.

They barely saw each other since he was 10, and he longed for the time they spent together while he was still a toddler.

Because, BoBoiBoy knew that one day, he won't see his father again. One day, he won't be there to smile at him as he congratulated his son for a successful mission. One day, his father won't be there to tell him that he's proud of him. One day, he won't be there to ruffle his hair in affection.

One day, he, or his father, would be dead.

Their work is a dangerous one, hunting the hunters themselves and saving the innocents. It was a scary thought that someday they won't be able to see each other again.

Permanently.

But that one day isn't today.

So until that one day comes, they'll keep doing all those things together, and BoBoiBoy will always cherish it.

So he pushed away his insecurities and abandoned his bed. He went under the blanket and cuddled against his father's side, feeling a warmth surging through him when his father's arms automatically wrapped around him.

Just like the old times.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Literally my first Amato-BBB story. I've never had a close relationship with my dad since he's working overseas, and that got me the inspiration to write this. There was just so many what ifs in life that I can't even make a story out of every single one of them.

What if your mom/dad just died one day? What would you do?

Or better yet,

What if your mom/dad died at this moment? What would be your last words to him/her?

...I just thought of another angst idea because of this BUT I'm not gonna write it. Midterms are only two days away, and I might as well take advantage of the lack of classes today (because of the ashfall) to review.

Lovelots, 

Glace, the Queen of Angst

(P.S. That doesn't mean I won't sneak to make a story or two. I'll get crazy if I read more about the history of Philippine Literature istg---)

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