The bathroom of your apartment felt cold suddenly and the walls seemed to be closing in as you stared down at it. The test. Two stark red lines — it was positive. It was like a knife had sliced through your reality.

It took you a minute to even realize what you were looking at. You tried to convince yourself that it may be a false positive, it’s happened to people before. You blinked once, twice, but the result was unchanging. You had all the symptoms. The truth was unavoidable no matter how much you denied it; you were pregnant.

You knew exactly who the father was too. You were dragged to a party some months ago, not expecting much of it. Unexpectedly though, you got with a man named Shidou. It was a one time thing and both of you moved on from it quickly. You barely knew him, he barely knew you and you went your separate ways. You hadn’t been with anyone since him which made it all the more stressful. It was definitely his.

You were sitting on the bathroom floor as your finger hovered over his contact on your phone. How was it still saved? Would he even entertain the thought of it?

You bring your phone to your ear with your stomach in knots as it rung a few times before a familiar voice could be heard on the other end, Shidou’s.

“Who’s this?” He asks immediately on the other end. Of course he didn’t have your number. It was to be expected. You didn’t exist to him. “Look if you’re some bullshit scammer, I’m not interested.”