"What do you mean you meant to tell me you wanted to break up with me sooner? That makes no sense!" Isla was screaming and crying as Max, her boyfriend and father of her unborn child, was packing his bags to leave her. "I mean I meant to break up with you before but you threw this pregnancy at me and I had to stay. I would have looked like a douchebag!" Isla was pregnant, about six months or so and now Max decided to leave? "So you just pack up and leave when I need you most? That was the plan?" Max didn't know how to answer her, he didn't want to. He just wanted to leave. In his mind, he wasn't entirely ready but he felt partially to blame. He did say they didn't need protection the night it happened but he refused to take partial blame; he was far too proud for that. "So what am I supposed to do now?" she asked. "Isla, I won't leave for good. I actually meant to breakup before you told me, that part wasn't a lie and I'm happy we're having a baby, I just think our breakup is overdue. We haven't been that happy the past few months." He could speak for himself! Isla was quite content with him. "Isla, I'm not going to leave the baby's life for good. I'm not a total dickhead." He joked. Didn't land all that well. "I just...yeah." Max turned around. "I'm not going to get over you or forget you. Not in this lifetime anyway." and with that, Max grabbed his suitcase and left without another word.
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Charles Leclerc - This Love
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