Arian's POV

(seventeen years ago)

I'm three months pregnant. I think as i walk away from the hospital. I can't tell him, i just can't! I pick up my phone and called him:

"Hey? Arian? What's up?"

"I'm leaving."

"What do you mean 'leaving'? Where are you going?"

"Don't come looking for me."

"What? Arian?"

"I'll miss you."

"What's wrong? Arian don't--"

I hung up.

Yes, it's a stupid way and solves no problems, but this is the best i can do.  

It's been 17 years. Our daughter is 17 years old already. She always wandered who her father is. I told her i was sold on a black market auction and he bought me. She didn't understand what 'auction' was, and when she grew up, she seems to deny it. I guess she thinks i just made it up. 

I still often tell her stories about us, what we've been through and fell in love. But i don't mention his name or his job or anything personal. 

One time, she asked me if we divorced. I smile at her and say no, I still love him, and we were never legally married. But i have no idea how he is now. 

I knew she's going to go look for him some day, but i didn't thought it was this soon.

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This is like a prologue. 

Thx for reading and sorry for the short chapter.

--Lillie