Continued from [x] with @vivacii
She wanted to wiggle away, she needed to back away otherwise she would cave. Marian had broke up with him to save him from the mess that she was. Sure she was 3 months pregnant, and highly emotional but she was so sure she was making the right choice. He deserved better, a woman from his own home. he deserved so much better than a recently disowned pregnant, and possibly crazy mess.
“Fandral.. Please.. you can’t possibly mean that. I’m not right for you.. I can’t be..” she could already feel the hot tears pouring down her face, though she made no attempt to stop them. She needed to think of something to push him away, as much as it hurt to do it. The only thing she could think to do was tell him the truth, maybe he would think she is crazy.
“I’m a mess Fandral.. I’m not right in the head I think.. or at least that’s what my therapists use to say. I have vivid dreams, ones where.. sometimes I think are real, like.. a past life. Is that the kind of crazy you want? I dream about what I’m forty percent sure is a past life, of course that wouldn’t be so bad if the so called past life wasn’t just a fairy tail. If I were to believe it.. then I.. I use to be Maid Marian from an old fairy tail who is so in love with Robin Hood..I bet you don’t even know what story I’m talking about, but it doesn’t matter...I just.. I’m no good for you Fandral.. you need someone who..who doesn’t wake up screaming because she thinks she died in her husbands arms.. and I just...please.. go before I can’t let you go..”
It was a rambled mess of words, one she had to force out with all of her might, but she managed. She could only hope that it was enough to send him away, to get him to let her go, despite the fact that she was carrying his child. She would find a way to manage on her own, she could even possibly beg her father to take her back, she was sure she could. She always had been her daddy’s little girl.
