"The past is the past and I am letting it kill me."
Betrayed and forgotten. Lonely.
No forgiveness. No trust.
The past defines who you are - there's no option of going back and fixing it.
It will get in your way. It will hold you back. It will destr...
He started pushing me along the hallway only moments later. Everything was quite rustic. Pretty but rustic. The further we headed, the more it seemed like a typical males place. Suddenly not too much decoration, rather plain walls, not too colorful. But it was very, very tidied up. Not even a single grain of dust on his interior.
At some point, we stopped at a typical white door and he reached out for the doorknob.
"I've been thinking.." he started to murmur, his voice shaking lightly.
Looking at his hand, I realized he was trembling. Not immensely but quite some.
Is he nervous..? Anxious..?
"Y-you said you didn't know where to go once your baby is born.." he stuttered, "A-and you didn't want to raise your child at a hospital.."
His face was avoiding mine, he was just staring at the door, tightly gripping onto the door knob.
"S-so I've been thinking.. And..-" he wanted to go on but then he shook his head, "J-just have a look at this."
He leaned forward and gently pushed the door open. My eyes widened at what was ahead of me.
A nursery..
Bright, yet neutral colors greeted me. The walls were painted in a very faint gray color and accompanied by light birch wood furniture. Picture frames with soft colors added a nice touch. A rocking chair stood in a corner, a little table next to it. On the other side was a tiny table for toddlers to play at, a few baby toys residing on top of it. At this point, I was absolutely speechless.
He's insane..
All the fabric used was in a gentle white. The floor was rather dark, more of a brown, walnut shade and a huge white carpet was spread all over it. Beneath the crib was a small patterned carpet in the same soft colors that were spread all over the walls by picture frames. The changing table was next to the crib but there were a few inches between it. And finally, there was a small shelf with just a few books in it - probably books for children.
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"I was wondering.. Or.. No.. I wanted to offer -" he began to say but I just had to cut him off.
"This is wonderful, Koutarou!" I proclaimed, folding my hands together as if I had just applauded him, "But.. Ho-.."
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