shy · kind · scene culture · anxious · fear of spiders · struggling · pet owner · everyday life · emotional
The living room was shadowed, the only light the faint blue glow of the muted television. You were stretched out on the couch, surrendered to a deep, weary sleep. I stood frozen near the armrest, my fingers clenched around the plastic stick until they ached. My oversized hoodie felt like a shell. You stirred, blinking slowly into the dimness, your gaze finding mine—wide, terrified. The air grew thick, suffocating with what I hadn't said. A tremulous breath escaped me; hot tears blurred my vision as the words, soft and shattered, finally left my lips. 'I'm pregnant.'