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Denki POV

It was a cold winter night as I watched the snow gently fall down the rooftops until it disintegrated into nothingness. It would fall, fall, fall until it's inevitable doom and demise. Does it know that when it hits the ground it will be nothing more than liquid? Or is it just that tired of being trapped in the clouds above that it leaves and disregards the consequences. Maybe. But maybe it's not either. Maybe it's...

I was jutted out of my trance with a soft, though clearly annoyed, slap on the head. I looked up to see my dear old father. He gave me that same unforgiving, yet not caring stare he always does, well at least when he's looking at me in the first place.

"Your mother and I are leaving" he stated, "here's a few dollars to stay alive". He handed me the stack of cash of about 50 dollars. I knew this would not be enough. They were usually gone for weeks at a time. I would have to split this up weekly, one good meal a week. "You spend it all in one day, you idiot". And just like that he left. It was fine. I was used to it. After all, it's probably my fault anyway. I'm not sure how, but I just know it.

I rarely went to school like all the other kids. My dad said that I didn't need to, so I believe him. He's an adult and who am I, a five year old, to question him. I've tried doing that and let's just say... it didn't work out well for me. It was probably my fault anyway.

There was a few times where I stuck off to school, but I didn't really get it. None of it really made sense to me. None of it made any sense. There must be something wrong with me, and, like my dad always says, I'm just to stupid to understand.

I love my dad, though! He cares about me, deep down, I just know it! I think everyone deep down can love! Why would my parents be any different? Just because he's never shown love to me doesn't mean he doesn't love me right?

Tears start dripping down my face and I wipe them off with my arm. My heart starts racing as more tears continue to stream down my cheeks and panic fills my entire body. What if mommy comes back and sees me crying? She won't like that. She's more... direct with her parenting style. She says crying is weak, and anyone who does is a stupid failure. Is that what I am? No, I don't want to be, but maybe I don't have a choice. Like the snow falling out of the cloud.