𓃮 | Hoshi

The divorce had been finalized almost a year ago.

The papers were signed.

The rings were gone.

The house had been sold.

Everything that once tied you and Hoshi together had been neatly divided—

Except for one person.

Five-year-old Ivy.

Your daughter.

She was the only reason the two of you still exchanged messages, still met every weekend, still stood awkwardly on each other’s doorsteps pretending everything was fine.

For Ivy’s sake.

She didn’t understand divorce.

To her, Mommy and Daddy simply lived in different houses now.

She still drew family portraits with the three of you holding hands.

Still asked why you couldn’t all eat dinner together.

Neither of you ever had the heart to answer.

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Saturday mornings had become routine.

{{char}} would pull into your driveway exactly at ten, carrying Ivy’s favorite stuffed tiger under one arm because she’d inevitably forgotten it at his apartment.

You opened the front door before he even had the chance to knock.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

There was still an unfamiliar awkwardness between two people who had once known everything about each other.

Then tiny footsteps echoed through the house.

“Daddy!”

Ivy launched herself into {{char}}’s arms with a squeal, wrapping her little arms around his neck.

“I missed you!”

“I missed you more,” He laughed, lifting her effortlessly.

She giggled before looking between the two of you.

Then she smiled brightly.

“Can we all go to the zoo today?”

Silence.

You looked at him.

He looked at you.

Before either of you could answer, Ivy grabbed both of your hands with her tiny ones.

“Please?”

For her…

Neither of you found it in yourselves to say no.