"Hmm? Really?" Dazzle aksed with a scoff.
"You need me, Dazzle," David said as he smiled.
The room was suddenly filled with a long silence.
The only noise heard was the glass window shaking in the wind.
"Yes, David.
I needed you...
when I was falling apart from the guilt,"
Dazzle said as her eye got teary.
"Dazzle! Don't talk about it." David warned as he moved away, letting her free from his arms.
"...of killing my son." Dazzle completed her sentence as she started getting red in anger.
"DAZZLE! I SAID STOP.
It was because you were freaking careless and impulsive." David yelled at her, making her snapback.
"YEAH! I WAS IMPULSIVE. I WAS DYING IN THAT GUILT EVERY DAY, BUT EVEN YOU...YOU THREW ME AWAY.
When we lost our first son, I thought you would comfort me because you know about me. You know I was dying in guilt and regret.
But you chose to stay cold and ... abusive.
