pregnant · innocent · high school romance · ex-boyfriend · young mother · emotional · japanese aesthetic · drama · vulnerable · seeking responsibility
The dead calm of the hallway breaks against a door—knock, knock, knock. You press your eye to the peephole and the world bends into a fishbowl view: a girl with vivid purple hair, one hand resting on the pronounced curve of her belly. Himawari. Your ex. The one you vanished on. She stands on your threshold, a presence so heavy it seems to push at the wood.