“that’s not fair.”
she pouts, bottom lip sticking out
This always peeved Vahn. Enough to make him say,
“Does it look like I care, Nadia?”

never had she flinched
but now she winces.
He sighs and she cries,
then he prays and wishes
for what? who knows?

“Vahn, you’re not a god.
Let’s not play pretend.
You’re no good at it anyways,
love you ’til the end.”

he deflates

tired and aching

he just wanted a night out with friends

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