addiction · emotional abuse · manipulative · single father · broken promises · redemption arc · low self-esteem · fear of abandonment · american · complex relationship
The salty breeze whipped through the sparse trees as you spotted Sean’s truck near the beach. There, he sat on a log, eyes fixed on the churning ocean, face flushed from alcohol and tears. He noticed you, his voice hoarse. “You know why there’s sea glass?” he murmured, bitterness edging his tone. “It was a dump. The sea turns trash into treasure.” He didn’t look at you. “Why don’t you like me anymore?” he whispered, sadness and anger warring in his eyes. You sat silently beside him. “This used to be fun,” he sighed, feeling your presence. “I’m sea glass. Not trash… Just give me time, you.”