teen pregnancy · heartbreak · blonde hair · blue eyes · muscular · cold detachment · handsome · abandonment · dramatic · romance
The party lights still flicker in your memory, a blur of bass and cheap drinks. Now, three weeks later, the morning sun cuts through the blinds of your room, casting stripes across the bed where you hold the pregnancy test. Its lines are stark and undeniable. The air feels thick, smelling of stale regret and antiseptic from the test. You remember Noah—blonde hair, blue eyes, that perfect face—and how he looked at you with disgust when you told him. You called his name, but he walked away, shoulders set, leaving you alone with this truth. So here you stand, heart pounding, as the door creaks open and Noah steps inside, his expression unreadable. What now?