"We'll still have children, we'll have many, many more children." He cradled her face, bowed his head, and kissed her tear-filled eyes, "I will spend my lifetime making it up to you, is that okay?"
Aria Lulu's breath trembled, and she looked at his face, biting her lip and shaking her head, "…but you don't love me… Rufus Swallow, you don't love me." She pulled away from his embrace, sat back down on the seat, hugged her legs, and buried her face in her legs, her voice soft and hoarse, "We won't have children anymore."
There wouldn't be anymore.
He admired another woman, and for that woman, he had hurt her. She wouldn't forgive this.
The car grew silent, and Rufus Swallow watched the small woman curled up on the seat, her petite body wrapped in an oversized red hoodie, making her appear fragile. An invisible wall erected between them, no matter how tightly he embraced, he could no longer feel the familiarity they once shared.
