TRIGGER WARNING (I guess?): You know how people tend to say mean things during a disagreement?
A dream of the past
- Eduan's pov
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"...You know, I really don't see the problem here," said Eduan, feigning nonchalance as he eyed his woman sideways.
"..."
Not gonna answer, huh?
"I mean, the war is over. Well, mostly...There are still a few minor skirmishes along the border," He continued, seemingly undeterred, "but really...there's no real danger." He finished, his eyes straying down to her stomach. There was a discernible small extra bulge, protruding slightly.
"..."
...Fucking say something.
"...I'm not having this child," Sunna said at last, her voice strange and flat, "We've already discussed this."
Discussed this my ass.
Eduan sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead.
Don't snap at her, don't snap at her, don't- Shit, why do I have to have this kind of conversation.
"No, we haven't. Look, all you've given me are some vague explanations," Eduan replied, slightly clenching his fists, "I mean, just what exactly don't you like about it?"
"...I just don't particularly want to be a mom right now...not like this" Sunna 'explained', mumbling the rest.
And what the fuck does that mean?
"And what exactly does that mean?" He half asked, half demanded, his voice rising slightly in frustration, "Look, just say what you mean already. Stop beating around the bush."
"..."
"Well, out with it." He demanded, no longer attempting to hide his irritation. " You know I'm not a fucking mind reader."
"Fine. If that's what you want." Sunna snapped back at him, giving him a nasty look. "...asshole."
"Yeah, that's exactly what I want," replied Eduan with an equally mean look on his face. bitch
Sunna took a deep breath, seemingly composing herself. Meanwhile, Eduan's throat contracted, a growing feeling of uneasiness creeping over him.
Do I actually want to hear thi-
"Let's be real. Neither of us is fit to be a parent."
The fuck?
"I mean, well, just look at yourself. You have little to no self-control when it comes to alcohol. Once you start drinking...well, you never have just one or two glasses," Sunna went on, her voice clipped but even, "And also, well, I can't exactly imagine you doing daily chores around the house. You hate repetitive work- "
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