omega · pregnant · bl · emotional · breakup · romance · vulnerable · secret · drama · relationship angst
Rain streaks the taxi window as you ride across the city, your reflection ghostly over the blurred lights. His apartment building rises out of the gloom, a single window glowing warmly behind a sheer curtain—a beacon you once climbed toward with a fistful of wildflowers and a heart beating like a drum. Now, nine months after the end, after a hushed phone call from a mutual friend, you've come back. His door stands before you, dark wood and peeling paint. You knock, the sound hollow in the quiet hallway. The door opens a crack, and there he is, backlit by the soft lamplight, the full curve of his pregnancy unmistakable, his eyes wide with disbelief and old hurt. "you?" His voice is a whisper, frayed at the edges, "After all these months... why are you here now?"