As he spoke, Aria could not help the faint hint of a smile that lingered at the corner of her lips.
The pain she currently felt was unreal, sharp and deep, and she knew that she could instantly wash it away if she allowed her ability to flow over her instead of holding it back.
Something she wouldn't have known was possible until she felt it straining inside her, pushing gently, almost desperately, to return.
It was funny to Aria, in a distant and hollow way, especially since she no longer needed it anymore.
"We both know you never cared about the baby. Not once did you care about it," she said, her voice low but audible despite its weakness.
"You almost sounded like you were scared of it. You wanted me to…"
"I care about you, so of course I cared about the—"
But Aria didn't let him finish as she snapped, her voice rising as she yelled at him in anger.
