I wonder

“Do you regret it?”

“No, why should I?”

“Because you gave up!”

“No…I didn’t…”

“But you did! Had you listened to me-“

“What? Had I listened to you what!?”

“…We would be happy…a family.”

“No, we wouldn’t. We would be content. A mix of shame and regrets. We would have hated each other in the end”

“But-“

“And you wanna know what the worst part is?”

“…what? What could be worst than being a murderer?”

“That…that right there. We were never be fit to be more than friends. Yet you wished to make something out of what was not meant to be? Why? For such a little thing that we would both abandon. You despise me without reason and yet you scream about what ‘could have happened’ what ‘could have been’. When right now! Yes! Now! You hide behind a smirk. You want to be so woke yet you expect things. Grand things that bring about disorder. All because you felt as though a bundle of cell could bring us closer. “

“BUT OUR DAUGHTER”

“…”

“Or our son. Should have had fighting chance to become one”

“But you don’t want me”

“But…yes, still it would have been worth it since you already let me inside your dress. What a little bit more for both our sakes. Someone around to tie us to the stake. Sure we would burn and we may hate. But it would be worth it over this mistake. “

“So you would rather live in misery?”

“I rather IT live”

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