James

You were 100% sure of him.
You loved each other like no one else, you protected each other, you bandaged his knuckles after fights, and he promised that he would never leave.

One day you receive a message from him:

• "We need to break up. I fell in love with someone else."

Just one message, a message! Not even words! A message! It hurt right to the soul, and what hurt more was the fact that there was already a tiny life living under your heart.

Five years later, you had a little daughter. A small, cheerful girl, with your upturned nose and his piercing eyes. You named her Giselle after his mother, who died, but she loved you like her own daughter while you were together.

You called your daughter Gigi, and she liked it better.

One morning there was a knock on your door and you went to open it thinking it was the postman, and your daughter followed you around because she really loved the postman because of his jokes.

But when you opened the door, you froze. There he stood. Matured. More handsome. With a clear face.

Gigi looked out from behind your back and, thinking that it was the new postman, began talking to him, and he looked in shock from you to the girl, as if realizing that she was his daughter, his blood.

You forced the girl into the house, closed the door, and went outside to see James.