Trust

He stood up violently hearing my words.

He’s freaking mad. He’s mad! I struggled to look at him. He stepped forward which made me stood up into my seat.

"Is your love for me so shallow, Angel?"

My brows furrowed. How dare him judge my love for him?

"Is your love so shallow that you can think of aborting our child?" his voice growled on the whole room which made my tail retreat.

“Are you that inhumane !?” he’s real mad.

“Yes! What do you want me to do? Keep this life inside of me and what? He of she’ll live questioning how fvcked up this world is? ”

He palmed his face and walked back and forth. It seemed to be bitten but still restrained itself.

“We. Are. Not. Cousins. Do you understand that? ” he said emphatically.

My mouth parted.

"That's what you believe." I uttered with shaking voice.

“I said we’re not,” he’s tired now.

His tone is almost giving up.

“I told you already,” I whined too.

He stepped more and tried to touch my hands. But I stepped back. He looked at me with his sad eyes