35: Freedom

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   Voices. Many voices.

   Everyone asking me if I'm okay.

   My vision seems to blur, as all the words and sentences muffle into gibberish.

   All I can is think. I can't even move.

   What is wrong with me...?

   Why can't I...?

   I feel myself being carried on a... stretcher? I don't even know how long my eyes get blinded by white lights.

  -

   Everything suddenly goes dark, but I don't pass out. I'm obviously aware, but it feels like I'm blind and deaf.

   What...?

   I feel hands wrap around my stomach.

   Who...?

   If on its own, my neck looks down at the hands in the dark void.

   They're... tan and freckled?

   Kel?

   "I'm sorry..."

   It's his voice too.

   "I'm so, sorry Basil..."

   It... was his fault. He's the one that started all of this.

   He hurt me, just as much as Neferus did.

   Yet I can't stay mad at him... why is that?

   ... I still remember his eyes that day in December.

He was absolutely horrified. Like he knew he messed up.

But does that excuse what he did...? No... it doesn't.

I... shouldn't forgive him... but...

I don't know anymore.

-

Gently pushing his hands away, I stand up somehow, walking in the endless darkness.

He doesn't even try to say anything, all he does is stand there, guilt tracing his eyes.

I open my mouth, saying three simple words.

"I love you."

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After wandering around what feels like my own mind, I see one more figure in front of me.

It's Neferus.

"I'm sorry."

She's apologizing too...?

I stare at her, and she stares back.

"I'm sorry I hurt you."

. . .

How could I forgive one but not the other...?

But... it's different.

She did it again. She never apologized.

She never had that look in her eyes knowing she fucked up.

It's not the same. It may feel like it, but it's not.

Feeling like the weight of the world is in my hands, I make another important decision,

but I know what I want this time.

"Goodbye, Neferus."

And so she disappears, so easily yet so beyond challenging to happen.

I'm left there, standing alone.

...

I'm... not capable of raising these kids...

yet.



A/n: why did I decide to write more of this embarrassment of a story? Well cause I freaking felt like it and if you have an issue you can go get a pregnancy scare as a man and see how it is 🫡😽

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