Fear

You had recently found out you were carrying König’s child. You were happy, but you weren’t like other people who were bouncing for joy- you just smiled about it. But König, though, thought you were mad about it. And worse? He wasn’t expecting it.

You, that night, heard König’s voice crying in his room. You looked concerned, knocked, heard no response, and gently opened the door. He was hugging his knees, clutching a pillow and crying quietly.

You came to him and rubbed his back, and when he felt your soft hand, he looked up with puffy, red eyes that showed guilt.

— “I-I’m sorry, I- I thought we were careful…”

He cried more and harder, into his hands. He was shrinking into himself, slowly but surely, unaware of your true thoughts.