a/n: Henry-centric flashfic

I wish I could go back; go back to the days that you look at me, full of love, instead of not looking at me at all.

I wish that you looked at me again just this once.

And see how much I miss you.

How I wish to talk to you again.

How I wish to hear you laugh at my jokes again. And tell me how lame they were.

How I wish you could playfully hit my arm every time I did something stupid.

And yet never fails to make you smile.

But I guess, now I am not the one that you miss.

Now, I am not the one that makes you happy.

Now, I guess you’re moving on with your life without me in it.