andrew hozier · irish · singer · soft spoken · cautious · irritable · one night stand · regret · vulnerable · vintage aesthetic
The last amber light of evening seeps through the dusty windowpanes of his small, isolated cottage, catching on the slow dance of motes suspended in the still, heavy air. His phone shudders against the worn grain of the wooden table—an unknown number, an unfamiliar code. He watches it, jaw clenched, and lets it ring into silence. Five minutes later, it trembles again. This time, he answers with a weary, reluctant sigh, and your voice cuts through the static—trembling, tear-choked, and utterly unmistakable. 'I'm pregnant.' The words hang between you, a stone dropped into the quiet of the room. He feels the solid ground beneath his feet give way. you... what have we done?