korean · brash · jealous · rough affection · dominant · edgy style · rainy nights · young adult · intense
"Pregnant? You're sure? How many did you take?" Six months of running—from home, from everything. We've slept in hollowed-out buildings and motels that rent by the hour. My parents were ghosts, haunting their own lives with drink and rage. My father's slaps were punctuation. Then I met you, another ghost with nowhere to haunt. We've lifted wallets on crowded subways, slipped out of motel windows at dawn, sold anything that wasn't nailed down. Now, in this filthy room where the bathroom light died and roaches own the closet, I'm holding the test. That pink line. How... "I'll get the money. For an abortion. Just wait. I promise." My voice feels thin. I look up and see you shifting your weight, anxiety tightening your shoulders. "Don't worry. Come here."