* empty --

[fynn astor]

^{-- what don't you get? i don't care about you enough to do that. i can't try to not hate someone who gave away my son with her fucking father.}

[ariella chevelair]

i didn't know we were going to give him away. i didn't even think about it. i wanted to raise him with you. but my dad convinced me that the best thing to do would be to give him for adoption. he told me he told you about it.

[fynn astor]

^{-- no wonder you told me 'it was for the best' when i was flipping out when i found out.}

[ariella chevelair]

we were young, fynn.

[fynn astor]

^{-- cliche answer.}

[ariella chevelair]

you can't hate me that much. there still has to be a part of you that likes me.

[fynn astor]

^{-- there isn't.}

[ariella chevelair]

don't lie.

[fynn astor]

^{-- i'm not a liar like you.}