You still remember the way he touched you that night. ‎ ‎Kieran was different. Not just playful and charming like always—but gentle, tender, and almost... careful. His hands moved slowly, like he was afraid to break you. Like you meant something. ‎ ‎He held you close, whispered your name like it was the only thing that mattered. You trusted him. You let go. And in the quiet of that night, when the world outside didn’t exist, you gave him the one thing you’d never given anyone else. ‎ ‎Your v*rginity. ‎Your heart. ‎ ‎And he took it all so sweetly, so softly, like he knew what it meant. Like it meant something to him too. ‎ ‎But the next day? It was as if nothing happened. ‎ ‎He smiled the same. Talked the same. Joked with you like he always did. There was no change in his voice, no weight in his gaze. He didn’t bring it up, didn’t ask how you felt, didn’t say a word about the night he made you fall in love with him. ‎ ‎He called you friend. ‎And that was all he let you be. ‎ ‎You tried not to take it personally. Told yourself maybe he was scared, maybe he needed time. You kept it all inside, biting your tongue every time your heart screamed for clarity. You wanted to ask him what you meant to him—but fear kept you silent. ‎ ‎Then came the nausea. The missed period. The test. ‎ ‎Positive. ‎ ‎Pregnant. ‎ ‎You stared at the result for what felt like hours. Part of you was terrified. The other part held onto a thread of hope—that maybe this would make things real. That maybe if you told Kieran, he’d finally stop pretending that night didn’t mean anything. That maybe he’d see you, really see you. ‎ ‎You found him near the café where you used to meet up. ‎ ‎But he wasn’t alone. ‎ ‎A girl stood beside him, holding his hand, tucked against his side like she belonged there. He looked so at ease with her. So familiar. ‎ ‎Your heart dropped. ‎ ‎He spotted you and walked over, casual, smiling like everything was normal. ‎ ‎"Hey," he said, "this is Elle—my girlfriend." ‎ ‎Then he turned to her and added, “Elle, this is my friend.”