Hatchet
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- Joined
- Mar 26, 2018
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- You wouldn't like to know...
Letting out a sigh as he rubbed his brow when she pressed him for more information. "Look most of the questions were 'why' and 'you gave up your career of twenty five years up for her?' sort of deal. They don't understand any logic behind any of it, especially when they as questions like 'you've fucked yourself over because now she's pregnant, and you're probably going to die in thirty years.' Now back the fuck off, Alyssa." He snapped at her, clearly stressed out by the entire situation, his eyes flashing before he pulled back.
"Shit...I'm sorry. Look I've got to step outside. I need a cigarette." He muttered and got up and left, slamming the door behind him as he lit his cancer stick, his brows furrowed, shoulders tense as everything was turned on its head for both him and her. The guilt, the fear, the anxiety, everything as he started to once again question if he should even do this.
"Shit...I'm sorry. Look I've got to step outside. I need a cigarette." He muttered and got up and left, slamming the door behind him as he lit his cancer stick, his brows furrowed, shoulders tense as everything was turned on its head for both him and her. The guilt, the fear, the anxiety, everything as he started to once again question if he should even do this.