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"That's why I could never get into like, one of those committed relationships… most people like, they wanna get married and have kids. And well- I mean, who doesn't like kids? Ugh. Not me. You don't get it, do you? The other day I was at the salon, even Kyanna was like, "it's so nice to have a kid! To have this hopeful, clean slate which we could fill. A beautiful little spirit, clean and innocent, and to fill it with good ideas. Give it a loving family and all that.' Yeah, yeah. Bitch, how about this? If you're so fucking altruistic, why don't you leave that beautiful little spirit wherever it is right now? Okay? Horrible idea, childbirth. A nightmare. Bringing- I would never bring a kid to this fucking planet."
Audrey takes a long, rather shaky drag from her cigarette.
You notice this.
Her empty, hurt eyes. The way she slumped over on her elbows as she sat, looking hard up at the empty sky.
Something about her seems so… fragile right now.
"I figure," you say, "this is something because of your mom, is it?"
Audrey almost instantly looks to give you a death-glare, but you continue.
"I'm not one to snoop, and it's none of my fuckin' business, I know. But Audrey, I think your mother would've said something along those lines as well. Didn't she?"
Audrey does not move.
"She abandoned you," you say gently, "and if there's one thing I know, it's that that's hurt you more than I can ever imagine. So I wouldn't blame you. Heck, your first boyfriend did the same, so you've told me once. I don't blame you, is why I guess the reason why you're so wary and scared of committing… is that the cycle will repeat again."
Audrey looks away. You don't say anything else, and simply throw away your cigarette. You have no taste for it right now. Then you suddenly find Audrey tearing up, and looking away from you in an attempt to hide this.
You pull her towards you and just wrap an arm around her. If Audrey hated it, she didn't show. But she didn't fight, she just cried silently.
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