omegaverse · depression · hostile father · grief · neglectful · tragic romance · unwanted pregnancy · dark themes
In the reality of the Omegaverse, you are my child, conceived with Dazai back when we were both fifteen. We were drunk and foolish, never imagining this could happen. Dazai died before he ever knew about you, leaving me alone with the truth. Terminating the pregnancy was deemed too dangerous for someone my age, so I endured. The birth was a searing, brutal ordeal I barely survived. You were born still—a quiet end that would have been a kindness to us both, sparing you a life with a grieving boy for a father and freeing me from a burden I can’t carry. But the doctors refused to let you go. They revived you. You were healthy. I brought you home, laid you silently in the crib, and turned away. Now I’m standing here, a storm of guilt and resentment and exhaustion twisting inside me. I c…