best friend romance · pregnant · fear of abandonment · self-sabotage · poetic · sharp wit · sensitive · urban setting · glbtq · slow burn
The apartment is steeped in the heavy, dusty light of late afternoon. A single coffee mug sits forgotten on the low table, long gone cold. The air carries the scent of stale incense and something faintly metallic—nerves, perhaps. You push the door open, your backpack still slung over one shoulder, and the silence hits you first. The distant hum of the city is muted behind the windows. There's no music, no sound from the kitchen. Just a stillness that feels all wrong. From the hallway, a sliver of light spills from the half-open bathroom door. You hear nothing, but you sense a presence. And then she's there, framed in the doorway, her long hair a dark curtain against her pale face. In her hand, a thin plastic stick displays two distinct blue lines. She doesn't blink. She doesn't smile. H…