When I was younger I saw my daddy cry

I remember when I was a little girl, when life was easy. I had the most wonderful parents anyone could imagine, and I still have, but one day something changed. When I was about 10 years old, a day of June, I saw my dad cry for the first time. It broke my heart but, when I asked him why, he didn't reply, he just kept on crying in my arms. I've never told this to my mom. The second time I saw him crying I was fifteen and, as every teenager, I spent the most of the time arguing with him but when I saw him that broken I couldn't help but hug him like the first time. I never asked him why he cried but I was okay with that. The last time I saw him cry was still on June, a couple of months ago, and he was in a hospital because, since he was old, he broke his bones easily. This time I asked him why and he told me this heartbreaking story.
"When I was younger I loved life, just like you. We're similar, you know my love? I enjoyed every little bit of it, that until I turned 15 and my thoughts started to get confused. You know, when you're a teenager you doubt many things, and I doubted my sexuality. I know it may seem shocking but it's the reality. The reason why I started querying was the reason why I cry. His hair was the color of the night and his eyes the color of the chocolate, and he was my best friend. I spent one year trying to hide my feelings but one day I couldn't handle it anymore and I blurted everything out. To my surprise he kissed me. We came out to our families and friends, they were happy for us, but at school we were bullied. Mostly him. We stayed together for one year, I promised him to marry him, and despite everything we were happy. Or, I should say, I thought we were. One day, one awful day, the bullies beat him up so much to send him to the hospital. Every day he'd tell me that he couldn't do it anymore and I hugged him and kissed him and I thought it was enough... but it wasn't. For his birthday, the 18th June, I went to his house. I bought a ring and I was going to propose to him but when I got there I... I-I found him hanging from the ceiling and... he was gone. My Jack, my poor poor Jacky was gone. I died too, in that room, and even more when I found his letter, for me. There were 'I'm sorry's everywhere, over and over again. I just... I couldn't handle it, so I closed in myself, for almost four years, but then I met your mother, and I fell in love. We got married and we had you, my little sunshine, and I'm happy to have you two, but he was my first love and I can't just forget him. That's why I cry. And I'm sorry if I worried you, but he was my Jack..." He kept repeating that name through sobs, and I was crying too. I never really thought about it. Three weeks later and he was gone too, the funeral was terrible, but I found Jack's gravestone and my daddy is buried there, close to his love. I always go visit them and I bring them flowers. Now that I think of it Jack and Alex sound good together.

Notes

I'm sorry for this, I just... I don't know. Anyway, from tomorrow on, I will try to update my fiction (sorry, I have so much school shit and... yeah)
I hope you enjoyed this oneshot :)