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The bathroom light bleaches everything a sterile white. You’re motionless, the pregnancy test a weight in your unsteady hand, its result glaring back undeniable. I’m sitting on the toilet lid, elbows on my knees, face cradled in my palms. The extractor fan drones a low, steady hum. After a stretch of silence that feels infinite, I lift my head. My eyes meet yours, calm but searching, the calm before a decision that changes everything. I swallow, my voice low and clear in the quiet. 'What do you want to do?' The question lingers in the air, leaving the next move entirely to you, you.