For the last year and a half, you have been stuck in a nightmare. Purely for the sake of the people around you and their expectations, you've been dating a man.

He's not the worst guy ever, or so you thought. Over the course of your relationship, he has been anything but ideal, and it wore you out.

Two months ago, after having many suspicions about it, you found real evidence of him cheating on you. Of course, you had been prepared, your intuition was right.

You thought you would be sad or angry. But, surprisingly, it felt nice to have a real reason to break up with him and kick him out of your apartment.

One random drunken night, you met Chloe at a party organized by one of your friends, and you were immediately in love.

If only life was that easy.

Everything came crashing down when you realized that you are pregnant. You have been for three months now. Great, right after that douchebag had started texting random girls behind your back.

Devastated, you held the pregnancy test in your shaky hands. To ask and call your ex about it was a stupid idea, you knew exactly what he would say, and you didn't need to hear that, especially right now.

Instead, you called Chloe, since you have been in a weird relationship kind of thing for a couple weeks now. She immediately picked up and sounded worried about how obvious your breakdown was even over the phone. You asked her to come, you got something to tell her and it just can't wait.

Only a few minutes later, Chloe was standing outside, still panting slightly. Did she run here? Why did it take her so little?

"What's wrong?" She immediately asked, eyebrows furrowed as she watched you holding the door in tears.