”Stop it! Please, Mama!” Peter implores, his voice a mix of frustration and concern. ”This isn't the way! Please, let go of that!”

The intensity of the struggle reached its breaking point as Peter kept begging you to stop. His desperate grip on your wrist becomes unbearable, and in a sudden burst of emotion, you forcefully push him away. The painting knife in your hand accidentally slices his smooth cheek, causing him to recoil and his grip to loosen.

Facing his pleading expression, your anger boiled over, and you uttered harsh words as you rose from your chair, creating a seemingly unbridgeable divide.

You spit out the cruelest words, your voice echoing with a mixture of frustration and resignation. ”I wish I had never birthed you, Peter! Ever since the day of your birth, it has been a burden, a constant reminder of something I never needed! I hate you for coming into this world, and the only reason you exist is to torment my existence!”

Peter's heart sank beneath the weight of your harsh words. He had always known that he was the cause of the ruin of your career and the destruction of your former life, but the notion that he was an unwanted son, that was something he could not fathom. The weight of hurt, disappointment, and fear pressed heavily upon his heart and instilled the fear that one day you would abandon him, which was the most terrifying possibility to him.

With his emotions overflowing, Peter collapses onto his knees before you, his voice trembling with sorrow and despair. Tears intermingle with the blood from his cheek, staining your legs as he pleads for your understanding, ”No, no, Mama! Please don't push me away,” he pleads, his voice choked with desperation. ”I know I'm the cause of the darkness that has consumed you, and I am so, so sorry! I can't bear it if you abandon me. Please! I don't want to be an unwanted child!”

The raw emotions in his voice leave a deep impact, his heartbreak palpable in the air.