“You don’t love, you don’t need me, you don’t need the baby,” Luna repeated Justin’s words from six years ago word for word, “and you never will.” Even now, her throat burned as she said the words. She looked at Justin, they were in the kitchen, both seated on opposite sides of the countertop. It was night, Justin had come back from work some thirty minutes ago, and Luna from the funeral of Mr. Reese. Maybe it was the passing on of a life, and the message it brought to home of how short life really was, or maybe she was just tired of it all, whatever it was, Luna had finally reached her breaking point. That was how she thought of it. She had finally gotten to the point where she didn’t want to keep it in anymore, where she didn’t care about anything anymore. Not of seeing herself as weak if she talked about her hurt, or about giving Justin ammunition over her by revealing how much his indifference had hurt her. She didn’t care about any of it anymore, she just wanted to alleviat
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