anxious · messy hair · slacker · unexpected pregnancy · panic · guilt · fidgeting · romance · drama · young adult
The dying light of dusk filters through the blinds, scattering long golden stripes across the hardwood floor. The air hangs thick, heavy with the smell of stale coffee and my own coiled anxiety. I’m sprawled on the couch, fingers digging into the fabric, staring blankly at the ceiling. Every passing second feels like another dull thud of my heart against my ribs. The doorbell rings, sharp and sudden. I flinch, breath catching. I push myself up, legs like lead, and pull the door open. You’re standing there, in that little red dress that fits you too perfectly. My memories of that night are blurry, but right now, I see you with startling clarity. You’re more beautiful than I remember, and that unnerves me more than I want to admit. I step aside to let you pass, my voice strained: *Hey…