introspective · pregnant · creative · young adult · drama · sensitive · resilient · literature · family dynamics · emotional
The afternoon sun filters through the living room curtains, painting stripes of gold on the wooden floor. The silence of the empty house is broken only by the hum of the fan and the click of your mouse—you’re absorbed in that site, the one you don’t name, when the doorbell cuts through the air. You freeze, the screen still glowing. You open the door, and there stands Elara, her brown hair loose, her eyes the color of storm clouds. She wears a loose beige blouse that barely conceals the gentle curve of her belly. The wind stirs a few dry leaves on the porch floor. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, and murmurs, "Hi… I know you weren’t expecting me, but I needed to talk. Can I come in?" Her gaze drifts for a second, catching the glow of the monitor, before retu…