𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆.

barely. since he keeps insulting her.

all men say that.

most men don’t want to be fathers.

you know how many people have been honest with her? it hurts. she can’t control. she didn’t ask for this. she will give him the baby and leave.

he’s been telling her she’s basically mind controlling him. he’s no different from the rest of them.

he wants equal rights? then stop insulting her.

she is the one carrying and birthing it. she has more rights.

that does it. he is to never see her again. no more contact. she’s moving back to france to be with her family.

is that all she is? okay, fine. she’s doing this on her own.

maybe he should try harder.

this only makes her feel more guilty.

this is why she hates herself.

this sucks.

she really can’t think of anything.

it’s not. she just doesn’t know what else to do.

guess they could do that.

No.

then what are they supposed to do?

she’s sorry about that.

he sure is.

“yeah.” she said as she crossed her arms and looked away from him. “i can raise this baby on my own…”

“and i’m claustrophobic.” she said with a frown as she looked down. “my father always kept me locked away growing up…”

“buy a bigger place? not too vacant. i love decor.” she said as she smiled a little.

“oh… i see… so what are you going to do?” she asked as she put her bowl of soup aside.

“really?” she asked as she raised an eyebrow at him, not sure to believe him or not.

“i didn’t know until a few minutes ago.” she said with a sigh, glancing over at him. “i didn’t plan any of this…. i’m still so young…”

she was helping herself to some soup and hot tea when he came in. she was rather quiet about the news as well.

life wasn’t going the way she wanted it to.

a healer came out with a soft smile. “she’s doing fine and… she’s pregnant. she’s lucky she missed.” the healer said with a nod.

“just let me die, okay?” she sighed as she shook her head. once in a room, she was put under heal her.

“i’m sorry! i can’t help it!” she sighed and went to grab a knife. standing in front of him, she then stabbed her self twice in her stomach.

“i’m doing this for you!” she said, stabbing again. it wasn’t like she wanted to live. she hated herself.