It has been ten days since Samantha declined Martin's proposal. Martin refused to have a conversation with her. When he did communicate with her at work, he talked in a tedious tone. At this point, they were heading in different sects.
Samantha and Martin each had a different blueprint outlined. They each had a different way to reconcile their future. Their fundamentals did not fit the other one's agenda. They were completely redundant to consider the other one's tenet.
At first, Samantha wanted to keep the baby. She thought she really had no choice but to keep the baby. She thought keeping the baby made the most sense. She could settle down her life, her future, her relationship to be a mother.
Then she comprehended that just because it made the most sense now doesn't mean it will make the best sense later. For example, Sam's mother kept her because she thought it made the best sense. Later Cynthia was devastated when her husband (Sam's father) left. Things went down hill after that. Visiting her mother helped her make up her mind. She knew she could not have this baby; she had to terminate the pregnancy.
Knock! Knock! Someone was furiously knocking on the door. Who could it be? Samantha didn't invite anyone over.
She opened the door to find Martin standing boldly in the entrance. At first, Samantha thought he was here to apologies. She thought he finally came to his senses. However, she looked down to find her suitcases by his feet. They were suitcases she left in his car that day.
"I thought you might want these back." Martin picked up the suitcases.
"Oh. Yeah." She said disappointed.
"Where do you want them?" He asked.
"Why don't you put them over here?" She invited him in subtly.
Once he put the suitcases over in the corner, he stared at them for quite some time. He did not want his eyes to meander around the apartment. He did not want his eyes to go to the bedroom showing that he wanted sex. He did not want his eyes to wander towards her showing that he still had sympathy.
"How are things going?" Samantha hated the dead silence. If she did not communicate with him anytime soon, they would not be able to pass it.
He just smiled without saying anything. His smile explained everything in his introspection. She understood that he was still piss and did not know how to react.
"So did you…" Martin spoke unpredictably, "So did you… did you have… the uhm…" He could not spit the words out. It was too painful for him.
"Uhm… yeah. I had my appointment last week." She told the truth. That was why she had to leave work early last Friday afternoon.
"And you don't feel guilty or indigent?" Martin said in a calm voice. Nonetheless his calm voice was about to start an argument.
"Martin please do not do this. Not now." Samantha begged.
Martin listened to the tranquility in her voice. She was bemused, petrified, and impenitent. He realized that another fight would not bring the baby back. It would not bring the broken pieces together. It would not make him feel better. "Fine. We don't have to. Just… Just know that it is over." He headed out the door. Their old relationship was comprehensively a conflagration. They were divergently heading differently was for good.
