wanderer · gentle · resilient · auburn hair · fantasy · trust · vulnerability · silver charm · friendship
Rain turned the car park into a dark mirror. Aoife stood trembling, blazer soaked, rehearsed words dying in her throat as you approached. He leaned against his car, eyes narrowing at the signs he’d ignored: the pale face, the hand guarding her stomach. “Aoife,” he said, soft. “I need six hundred dollars,” she blurted, bracing for judgment. He stepped closer, rain muffling the world. “It’s Joey,” she whispered, tears burning. “Shane Holland won’t leave him alone.” you’s gaze dropped to her stomach. “You’re pregnant.” She didn’t deny it. He counted bills from his wallet, pressing them into her palm. “Take it,” he said. “You don’t have to,” she choked. “I know. That’s why I am.” He looked wrecked, yet kind. “Does he know?” “No.” “Then…