Through Pain & Silence

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~If I have to stir it, it's homemade~❤️

Sam parked the car beside their building and got out to help her with her bag, still not talking to her. They walked side by side on the stairs in silence.

But the anger wasn't enough to cause him not to notice the slight sway of her tiny waist ahead of him in her jeans. He clenched his jaw, and focused on the steps in front of him.

Zelah could feel him pulling away from her and it brought back a familiar dreadful feeling. She felt alone. And broken, much more than before.

She desperately wanted to open her mouth and remind him of his words. He promised to never leave, to always be there for her no matter how crazy it got.

But she knew that she was being unfair, even without meaning to. While she was sure that he loved her enough to stay even after he heard everything, the way he looked at and treated her would change drastically. Which would in turn make her feel worse.

“Going out. Maybe I'll see you later.” He said gruffly, and set her bag down beside the sofa. They had entered her apartment a few minutes ago.

“Wait. I was hoping we could talk for a bit.” She said, walking closer to him.

“Talk about what?” He said.

His eyes were pleading with her but his stance indicated that he couldn't wait to leave. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Our pressing problem. I don't want you to be mad at me.” She said, touching his arm hesitantly. His skin beneath her hand brought a pressing urge to just hug him close to her and feel him

He put a little space between them and crossed his arms. Her touch made his anger dissipate. And it was all he had to lean on to be able to stand.

“So talk.”

She sighed and took a seat on the sofa, crossing her legs beneath her. Her face was somber and sad, just thinking about what she could tell him.

She had to tell him something because she feared that it would be the end of them if she didn't.

That fear grew bigger. And bigger.

“Zee.” His impatient tone jolted her out of her thoughts.

“Just give me some time,please. It's not easy to talk about.” She said, watching him. His agitation grew worse and he exhaled harshly.

He threw his hands in the air and walked towards the door, clearly intending to leave.

“I was pregnant, okay?” She burst out at his retreating figure, frustrated.

He halted in his steps and closed his eyes  at the feel of his stomach quease.

He pushed her to know one little detail and his mind was already running ahead to form theories about the sentence.

“I had an abortion. Forcefully. With nothing numbing the pain..” She said quietly, despite her now churning stomach. A different feeling replaced her fear of revealing her past.

She felt the anger at him deep in her stomach, clawing at her insides. How dare him threaten to leave?? He promised to stay through everything but apparently everything had a limitation.

He came and knelt in front of her, cradling her face in his hands. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears and her tiny body trembled at the memory. And bridled anger.

He searched his brain for something to say, but it was quite busy with forming images of her pain.Everything he expected it to be, was nothing compared to what she just said.

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