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(SCOTT'S P. O. V.)

Her sobs weave into mine, and for a second, I stop. It both surprises me and hurts me; her cries are gut wrenching, and make me feel even guiltier. I totally stop crying, emotionally wounded by more things than one. Her beautiful brown eyes spilling such tears should be a sin, and I genuinely understood why she hated me so much; I myself did at this point. While trying not to be like my father, I became even worse than him.

I hurt the one woman that I love, nearly killing her and probably our child. My train of thought drifts to the topic of our child; I wanted to ask her about him or her, but I don't think my body could take another beating from her. She was freakishly strong, and even with the support of my drugs, which I hadn't taken that day, I wouldn't be able to handle myself.

Additionally, I remembered that the witch said I wouldn't have any children until Aria forgave me. Logically, I thought, that would mean that I had lost the chance of having any children