In My Eyes
This is gonna be short
EDIT: I have lied
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Patton had a few regrets in life, what human doesn’t? Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten that spicy pepper. Maybe he shouldn’t have snapped like he did. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten wasted and slept with that girl.
However, there was one thing he didn’t regret. That was his son, Virgil. Yes, Patton was young to have a child, but he was also financially stable thanks to his supporting parents.
At the age of twenty two, Patton was a single father. The mother wanted nothing to do with Virgil, but she promised to send child support. Patton didn’t want to burden her, and told her to live her life and wished nothing but the best.
Patton’s journey of being a single father was just that. He learned many things during the way, from basic childcare to appreciating one second naps. While exhausted and wanting a good six hour sleep, seeing those impossible violet eyes made him see it was all worth it.
As his son grew, he grew scared of the future. From Virgil taking his first step, saying his first word, teething, potty training, it all scared Patton in some way. Most would say it’s because he wanted him safe. Most would say it’s just first parents jitters.
To Patton? He was scared of his son growing up. He was scared Virgil would forget him, move on without regards. He was scared of someone hurting his son, of someone potentially giving him life threatening injuries.
However, those fears would leave when he saw that bright smile. Those chubby cheeks revealing his dimples, his violet eyes shining with happiness and excitement. His small pudgy hands making grabbing motions to be picked up. That slight stumble he had when running. That joyful laughter whenever Patton tickled him. Those fears would disappear.
When it was time for pre-school, Patton cried the night before at the thought of being away from his son. He was an emotional man with many fears. Living in America was fear enough for him.
The morning of, Patton gave him an extra long hug, to where Virgil was whining he was going to be late. Patton watches him get on the school bus, biting his lip and tried not to let his fears overcome his mind during work. That same day, his son came home messy but with many stories and of a boy he met, Roman was his name, and how he complimented his eyes. Patton was just relieved to know his first day went well.
Patton watched him get bigger and bigger, soon off to middle school. His fears still lingered, but they were at a simmer. He knew he would be safe, seeing as Virgil was strong and pretty independent. He got that from his mother. Also, he had his longtime friend Roman with him. Seeing him come home with that same bright smile, it made Patton’s heart swell.
Near the end of middle school, Virgil seemed to go down suddenly and Patton held in his panic. He didn’t want to hover, but he reminded Virgil everyday that he was there for him. Virgil would just nod, and would say he’s fine. That was a lie and Patton knew, but he didn’t want to push him. It was until one day that Virgil walked in from school, no smile on his face but tears.
“I hate school! I hate everybody there! I hate it!”
Patton rushes over, grabbing Virgil as he broke down. He let him cry on his chest, even if he was taller than Patton already. Patton held in his anger towards the school, focused on his son. The bullies were getting to him, and not even Roman could do much to defend him. He was suspended for a week. What was the reason for bullying? His eyes. How long? Since the beginning of the second year. Literally his eyes and Patton was in full protective mood.
Patton focuses on Virgil for the rest of the night, letting him vent out his frustrations and insecurities. Patton would listen, give his advice, remind his son that he was there to talk to. Virgil admitted a few things that broke him, but Patton held his hand and listened. They both agreed on outside help, staying close for the rest of the night.
Patton yelled angrily at the school for allowing such torments, almost fighting the principal. As they would do nothing, he reported it to the board of the county, the state. He was not letting this go. No one else would be a victim.
Time passed once more, and that old spark of Virgil’s was coming back slowly. Patton missed it so much, and he was happy to see those violet eyes gleam with joy and his smile bright once more. Into the second year of high school, Patton saw Virgil and Roman walk in, holding hands. He didn’t say anything, instead waiting for his son to say it. They were always affectionate, but he saw the way they stared at each other.
“I’m bisexual, dad. Roman is my…he is my boyfriend.”
“Well, this sure is a surprise. I wasn’t given enough time to bake a cake!”
Virgil launches himself into Patton, laughing and smiling, a few tears streaming down. Patton kisses his head, having Roman come in for a hug. His son was happy, what else could he ask for?
Graduation came and Patton was sure the loudest along with his parents, tears streaming down his face as he saw his son get his diploma. He hugged and kissed his cheeks, Virgil groaning but didn’t push away. He knew his dad was like this, and would only push away if it was a lot.
Patton stares at those violet eyes, seeing his past, present and future. Those rare violet eyes that he loves so much, wishing to turn back time so he could relive his growth.
Patton had regrets. His son was not one of those.
In his eyes, his son was his whole world.