Officially being Emily's girlfriend, after seeing her battle with internalised homophobia, wasn't supposed to be like this.

During one of your nights together, unofficially together, cuddled up in your shared dorm, she'd told you that all she wanted her entire life was to fit in; which, being 15, and moving to yet another new school, in a different country, was bound to make anyone feel like that.

That's why when she told you she was pregnant, and that it must've happened a little while before you officially got together, you had doubts. Of course, you believed her, but it still hurt having to see her go through something like that, after everything.

So now, cuddled up with her in your arms, (later that same day) you both lied on your bed, talking out the options. You'd promised her as soon as she told you that you'd be there for, and support her, no matter what she wanted to do, and would continue being her girlfriend once you both got through this.

"Am I supposed to know what I want to do? Like should I be 100% against going through with this?" Emily asked, snuggled herself closer to you.

"I don't think so-" You responded, combing a hand through her hair. "I mean, technically you're still a kid; we both are. We shouldn't have to deal with something like this for a long time, yet."

"I'm scared." The raven-haired girl stated, her voice cracking slightly, as tears pooled in her eyes.