The outsiders imagines

Why I Hate You

i do this shit on ao3 all the time but i was like why not bring it here, enjoy even tho y'all don't know the lore ☹️
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Dear, Son,

I hated you the moment I found out you existed.

"Eddie, aren't you happy?" She asked while holding the papers in her hand. I always forged a smile at the mention of you. She tapped me a few times as I poured some alcohol in a shot glass, I didn't even pay attention to what it was.

"Yeah," I said while downing it until it burned my throat, and turned around to hug her. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek but her worn out face looked blank, as if she knew I was a piece of shit. If I had a gun, I'd set it under my chin as soon as I heard the news.

I never wanted to marry Arnette, I wanted her better-looking sister Anna. Her father wouldn't let me, saying she was too young and gave me the pushover instead. When she got pregnant that meant I was stuck with the both of you.

I hated it all. So why am I desperately trying to get in touch with you? I try to deny it but I find myself sweating late at night wondering if my son would even come home after this war.

Godspeed to you and this child, you're a better man and father than I could ever be.

Your father,

Edward.
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~sushii 🧟