(Y/n) = your name

More than once I had happened to see and feel how the arrival of a new life could not help but bring joy and happiness to a couple, but evidently I never had these feelings. At least not with the one I loved. I waited all day thinking he'd be back. I had hoped that his was just a momentary reaction, something irrational. I waited in vain awake until the sleep had got the better of me, but when I woke up I didn't find him next to me. I shook the blankets back crying. I hadn't even touched upon the idea that Ferid wouldn't want the child, I thought he would be happy like me. And instead he had sufficed just one second to destroy me completely. Destroy us.

I had plans to stay in bed forever, but too early I had to deal with hunger cramps. "Are you hungry, little one?" And I stood up, without worry about dressing up and putting only a dressing gown to look vaguely presentable. I lingered on the status of my face in the mirror. I sighed: you could see from afar that I had spent the last few hours crying. Fantastic. I thought forlornly.

I had a shot when, reached the kitchen, I found Ferid leaning in the kitchen. I swallowed. He looked at me briefly without showing any emotion. "I make you breakfast. Sit down." It sounded more like an order than anything else. I sat down hesitant without looking at him feeling tension in the air. He brought me the things without telling me something, without trying to talk to me. He started to leave. "Ferid?" He stopped, without turning. "Don't you think we should talk about it?" And, without bothering to answer me he went away. I watched him get away without saying anything and I burst again into tears.

No, his behavior was not passenger as I had hoped, and indeed it was much worse than I had imagined. The times I could see him I tried in every way to stop him and talk to him, we couldn't go on like this forever. After nearly a week I managed to have a pseudo conversation with him. We noticed each other by chance, I could tell by his look that he would not want to see me, but I stopped him. "Ferid ..." And what was I supposed to say? What I could do to reason with him? "What do you want (Y/n)?" "You know, Ferid. Don't ... " "No, (Y/n). We don't have anything to talk about. " "Ferid, please!" "I told you to leave me stupid girl!" I took his arm trying to block him. "Don't touch me!" And he dodged badly from me. I couldn't stand it anymore, I was on the brink of despair by now. "Ferid, wait! We need you! What will we do if you leave me? Ferid ... " He turned and came dangerously close to me. "Shit, (Y/n). All crap. You don't need someone like me." And he went away. "This is not true Ferid!" I screamed, but he was already far away. Then, trying to contain my tears, I ran in my room. I almost couldn't believe that only a week before me and Ferid were happy. How could it become so suddenly?

After these words my hopes were permanently destroyed. There was nothing I could do. To improve the situation I was taken by a bout of nausea and forced to shut myself in the bathroom, where I decided to stay and cry all my tears. I closed my eyes and I leaned against the bathroom wall. I didn't know how long I stood there, but, suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open slowly. "(Y/n)?" Churched a worried voice. "Why are you there on the ground? Are you ill? " I didn't answer, but I fixed my gaze in his red eyes. He sat down beside me and I turned my head towards his. "Why are you here? I didn't think you cared any more about us." Ferid kept staring in front of him. Then he sighed. "You hate me (Y/n)?" "I don't think..." "I... I must ask you to forgive me, (Y/n), I behaved in a hideous way. I shouldn't have to hurt you so much. " "So why, Ferid?" I was angry, but also heartened by the turn that the conversation had taken. "You know what that means?" I looked at him confused. "What?" "Having a... Baby, (Y/n)." "Of course I know what it's like..." "No, (Y/n). A child needs many things. Among the most important thing is having a father and a mother who are able to raise him and teach him the values of life and ... Look at me. I'm a monster who loves killing and hurting people, that's how I lived my life as a vampire. I... I have nothing good to teach him... I will never be the father of the creature needs. You understand (Y/n)?" I approached him and I took his hand between mine. Ferid moved his gaze on me. "There's more in you, Ferid. What you said doesn't count..." I took his hand and brought it on my belly. "If you didn't love me he wouldn't even be here, don't you think?" "(Y/n)..." I put my head on his shoulder. "He needs you. He needs to have a father who loves him, Ferid. Although it is so small I... I love him already so well." "I wish it could be a little girl." "What?" Maybe I misunderstood. "And I hope she'll take your feature..." I lifted my head towards the vampire with tears in my eyes. "And I will always love her as much as I love you, baby." "Ferid..." "You may be right (Y/n), I have at least to try. Maybe I will really have to change... " I intent upon him and I kissed him, he smiled. "Then..." I said in a trembling voice. "You don't abandon us, do you?" "No, I never will. And I will spend the rest of my days to make it up to you... To have make both of you suffer." I pulled me close to him. "I love you, Ferid." He gave me a kiss on the head. "I love you too, (Y/n)."

15/04/2017

So, did you like the ending? ❤