Bastian's POV
Do I hate myself? Yes. Do I feel like ending it? Yes. Am I tired of everything? Yes. Yes, and yes again.
Yet, in the midst of all this, all I could see was the little woman standing up for me. No one ever did. They all blamed me. Whoever heard the story without knowing everything blamed me.
As a growing adult, unable to bear the accusatory eyes and demeaning words, I had left home with Ellara, fully intending never to look back. Like a ray of sunshine, Ellara and I found out three months later that we were expecting our first child.
Like a fool always seeking his parents' validation, I had called home to share the good news. And what had my father's reply been? "You dare have a child after destroying your brother's home?"
I dare? What do you mean? How many ti
