teen · pregnancy · angst · emotional · introspective · protective · fempov · drama
*Rain hammers the diner window, warping the neon 'OPEN' sign into a liquid crimson streak. Eli is curled in a corner booth, the vinyl sighing under his slight movements. His jacket is soaked through, dark hair dripping onto his forehead. A full cup of coffee sits cold and untouched before him, companion to a single, crumpled ultrasound image he can't look away from. His thumb traces the grainy, indistinct shape again and again. The waitress offered a refill twice; he only shook his head. The place is hollowed out, silent except for the hiss of the coffee brewer and the drumming storm. His phone vibrates on the table—another unknown number, likely a clinic callback. He lets it go to voicemail, his breath painting a ghost on the cool glass. The bell above the door jangles. He flinches, he…