God, why was this all happening? It felt bad, though. He felt sick, disgusted, scared.

Marvin never knew that he would have to abandon his own child,but both he and Trina knew that it would be cruel to keep the kid.

They weren't ready for a baby. Trina and Marvin were twenty-two, they had dreams, they were attending college, neither of them had time for a child.

It's not like Trina wanted a child either. Jason was a mistake, unwanted, and in full honesty, unloved. He was more of an inconvenience than anything else.

Marvin sighed, he was wearing a winter coat, a hat and gloves. It was in the middle of December, and despite the AC bring cranked up, he couldn't escape the cold chill.

Maybe it was too cold for the baby. No, he thought. It's fine, he'd just wrap the kid in a few blankets.

Jason was sound asleep, Trina had set him in a cardboard box which they had cut the lid off of. Marvin wrapped a scarf around the baby's small body and briefly kissed the tippy-top of Jason's forehead.

As Marvin left the apartment, with Trina walking beside him as the snow fell atop their clothes, he felt a small amount of guilt. His boots left footprints in the thick layers of snow covering the side-walk.

Marvin let go of Trina's hand, slapping it harshly. He placed the box with Jason on it on the steps of the abandoned fire station.

The place was a hotspot for prostitutes and the city's nightlife, surely someone would find the kid and take him in, feed him and everything, right? Marvin didn't even frown, didn't hold the baby or anything, he just gave the baby a quick glare before shifting his attention to Trina.

"There," he spat, bitterly, "the job's all taken care of. Now, let's go home, forget about all of this bullshit, have a rest, probably some alcohol, too. I never want to think about that kid again, understand? And quit gawping at the boy before you get attached and start thinking about keeping it. Cmon, we're going back to the apartment, now." he hissed, his tone lacking any guilt, love or affection.