me and pond had gotten in a fight and it never helped that we didn't stop.

Pond and I had been going through a rough patch. We were fighting over something stupid, and neither of us was backing down.

We were in my room, arguing back and forth, our voices growing louder and more heated with each passing second. The tension between us was palpable, our frustration and anger mounting.

"look I didn't mean to say that." I said annoyed

Pond clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with anger. "Doesn't matter if you didn't mean it," he snapped back, his voice harsh. "You still said it."

He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident as he tried to calm himself. "Why do you always have to be so goddamn stubborn?"

"look I'm sorry I grew up in a household where if we didn't do something we would be abused and if we were gay our mom would probably kill us, and it didn't help that our dad didn't care I'm actually glad I ran away with my sister." I said shutting pond up completely.

Pond froze as I spoke, his anger momentarily forgotten as he digested what I'd just said. He hadn't known much about my past, and the revelation that I'd fled an abusive household with my sister shook him to his core.

His expression softened, his eyes filled with sympathy and guilt. "I didn't...I had no idea..." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"it's fine." I said looking away from him.

Pond's heart ached as I looked away, guilt and regret washing over him. He took a step closer, reaching out to touch my shoulder.

"Sweetheart..." he murmured, his voice gentle. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper. I shouldn't have said those things."

"just like you said, it doesn't matter what you said you still said it." I said leaving the room

Pond watched as I left the room, his eyes filled with remorse and pain. He took a step forward, as if to follow me, but then stopped himself.

He knew I was right. He'd let his anger get the best of him, and his words had hurt me. He stood there, unable to move, the weight of his guilt and regret bearing down on him.

I sat on the couch wondering if he would come after me.

Pond lingered in the hallway for a moment, torn between going after me and giving me space. But eventually, he made his way to the living room and found me sitting on the couch.

He approached cautiously, his expression sheepish as he sat down next to me, leaving a respectable distance between us.

I kept quiet  and said nothing as he sat by me.

Pond fidgeted awkwardly, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap as he searched for the right words to say. He could feel the distance between us, and it pained him deeply.

He swallowed hard, his voice hesitant as he finally spoke. "Sweetheart...can we talk?"

"sure?" I said obviously still annoyed but willing to hear what he said.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, I didn't know you went through that." pond said to me as I looked at him.

"It's okay she just hates me for being gay." I said looking away "it hurt me badly." I said starting to cry "no phuwin don't cry." pond said holding me in his arms and I sobbed into his shirt.

I always wished my mother treated me better.