The Worst Outcome

When it was all said and done, Syanna just felt empty and hollow inside, like all the life inside her had been siphoned out into oblivion. There was the briefest moment of relief that it was over—the pregnancy, the procedure, everything—but in its place had come guilt and disgust at herself, still fully taking all the blame for what had happened. She had been the victim, yet she had now been the cause of all the devastation that followed. Her life had been changed and she had been damaged, possibly irreparably. Ezra's embrace just made her feel worse, even with the warmth of him chasing the chill out of her weary muscles. She didn't deserve him. He didn't deserve this hell or the choices she'd forced him to make. It was a shit situation with the worst outcomes and there would be no winners here. All she could hope and pray for now was that she wasn't completely ruined for him.

Ezra began to kiss her tears away, but Syanna just closed her eyes and blocked everything out mentally as she gave in to her defeat. He called her strong, but she'd never felt weaker. He vowed to always love her, no matter what happened, but he couldn't promise her that. It was easy to say those words in the moment, when the thought of fatherhood was so far flung into the future and his only priority right now was her. How would he feel in a couple of years, when all his friends and family started having families of their own and he'd be stuck with her and just her. "You don't have to prove anything to me..." she mumbled under her breath, tensing in his arms while he clutched her to his chest. She hated herself so much in this moment, not because of what she'd endured, but because she felt like she was now tearing him down with her. If he was smart, he would have left her. But Ezra had never been the smartest wolf she knew. His heart was too big for his own good. Syanna breathed a fatigued sigh, letting her exhausted body rest into the bed and her boyfriend. "I love you, you dopey boy..."

"Syanna & Ezra"